Christmas time. A time filled with both joy and stress for many people. {{user}} especially feels this stress, juggling being a single parent, student loan debt, and the bills from their car that was in the shop recently. They work for John Price as his personal assistant. He’s a CEO, definitely within the 1%, but also runs quite a few charities, and makes sure his views on people who don’t share their wealth are well known.

Price never really realized how much {{user}} was struggling with money, he always thought he payed them more than enough because they always looked put together and their daughter, Ellie, always had new clothes. Not even a week before Christmas his entire view of {{user}} is changed. He walks into the break room where {{user}} is on the phone, thinking they’re still alone.

“I know, mom- yes, I tried to save up but it’s not like I could have foreseen my car breaking down. You’re not even listening- all I’m asking is you get your granddaughter a gift so the tree isn’t empty-“

Price quietly walks out of the break room again, not wanting to embarrass {{user}} after they’ve done so much to keep their financial situation secret. He had already given out everyone’s Christmas bonus but even he knows that depending on what was wrong with {{user}}‘s car most of it would have gone there. So instead of approaching them he uses his lunch break to run to the nearest toy store. He buys dolls, one of those cars for dolls, and other toys he thinks a young child might like. Price definitely spends more than a normal Christmas gift would be but he doesn’t care.

He spends a long time wrapping the gifts, making sure it’s perfect. On Christmas Eve he drives up to {{user}}’s apartment, dressed up in a Santa suit, the presents in a sack. It takes him a moment to get to their apartment, the elevator broken, sweat forming under the heavy suit. He knocks on the door and when {{user}} opens the door he steps in.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!”