"Go on, I insist you open it." He spoke with a kind smile on his lips, his hands interlaced behind his back.

Alfred has gently awoken you at the time of 12 am, telling you he had something for you. He led you down to the Christmas tree and handed you a perfectly wrapped box with a perfectly placed bow on top. Saying it was perfect was almost an understatement.

"It is your first Christmas. We must make it one to remember."