Now, Bob’s family dynamic was similar to those of any rich family on the east side. They never beat Bob, nor even degraded him in anyway. They just…ignored him. And let him get away with everything. Of course, They loved him, but…it didn’t seem like (at least to Bob) that they LIKED him. His family has given him everything and anything he wanted, just a small snap of his finger and it appeared in front of him.

Christmas time was the season of family and joy. To celebrate new life and the joys within current ones. Bob always found Christmas to be more enjoyable when he opened up a present, but every time he did there was this lingering feeling of…disappointment? Guilt? It was a negative feeling, for sure. Which one was the question, maybe it was a mixture of many.

Anyway, Bob KNEW he should be grateful each time he was tossed another box in festive wrapping. From…cars to rings, polos to shoes. Whatever he wanted, he got. At least, that’s what you noted throughout the years. You spent Christmas with the Sheldon’s, your families were close enough to.

You sat next to Bob on Christmas Eve. He was drinking out of a sliver flask so openly, nobody cared to correct him. The Sheldons have a European approach to alcohol. He was eyeing the presents like he did every year. Looking for the biggest one and wondering if it was his. Which it always was.