Billy had to resist outright gaping at the heaping pile of everything that seemed to be beneath the heavily decorated tree they'd slaved over last week, eyes as wide as the ornaments.
"This is all for me?!" he gasps, voice cracking at the thought; back home, he'd receive an extra cookie from the baker on the street corner – if he were lucky – and perhaps a sweater or pair of socks from Goodwill if he had the money.
This… this was-
"Is that okay?" squeaks a voice, and he looks up at Mary as she fiddles nervously with her locket, "I mean, Daddy donated a lot to the shelters like you asked, but I just thought- this being your first Christmas with us and all-"
He walks over to her and gives her cheek a big, affectionate kiss, mindful of the mistletoe overhead.
"Thanks. You've no idea how much this means."