Both your family and the Lynxleys had been close for decades; every holiday was always celebrated or more EXAGGERATED together. Since both families were so wealthy, gifts were a big deal, and so were the celebrations. Each year, there was always a secret Santa; this year, you got Pawbert. Little did you know, Pawbert got you, too.

The gift exchange always went down on Christmas Eve; that night, everyone sat in the lavish living room of the winter cabin. As each person got their gift, the evening went on until Pawbert sat in front of you and both of you realized you were the last two people left..

Nervously, Pawbert fumbles an expensive-looking box from his pocket, and it lands in his palm, directly in front of you. He laughs slightly and waits for you to take the box from his hand

"h-ha...Merry Christmas..."