I returned to the living room and the fire illuminated the space below the miniature tree where a dull shimmer caught my eye. There was a gift wrapped in green paper. Curious, I picked it up. It was rectangular and fairly light. Where had this come from? I shook it and then tore away the paper to reveal a book. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.
I knew instantly who had left it. Snarky goat.
I looked at the fire and returned my gaze to the book in my hand. My eyes moved again to the fire and I knew what I had to do.
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