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"Some blessings take longer to arrive, but that doesn't make them any less sweet when they do." I swallowed against the sudden tightness in my throat. "Thanks, Dad." "Anytime." He paused, then added in a lighter tone, "Now, about New Year's… should we bring anything specific? Besides Jamie's entire collection of toy soldiers that he insists must travel everywhere with him?"

“What time do I have to be home?” “By breakfast tomorrow,” Mom said with a smile. “Seriously?” I was genuinely surprised. “You’ve never let me stay out this late on New Year’s before.” “You’ve never had a decent New Year’s crowd before,” they laughed. “Yeah, bro,” Amber added quietly. “Jane’s New Year’s dress is the other part of my gift to you.” “Hope it’s as good as the rest,” I winked. “You’ll see,” she said with a mysterious smile.

The sidewalks were bustling with last-minute shoppers, the shop windows glowing with tinsel and green wreaths. For the first time ever, I had people other than Piper to gift something for Christmas. For so many years, I had spent my Christmas holidays alone, with a dead mother and an absent father. But today was different. My boss had paid me, the heavy envelope of cash securely in my purse, so I could conveniently afford to buy everyone gifts. I had my own money, and I wanted to use it for the friends who had helped me through my first semester in college. Eli and I drifted from shop to shop, and I bought different gifts for Eli, Celeste, Marcus, Jay, Devon, Bree and Simone, all based on th

Patrick gave her an annoyed look, "Today, the God of Luck has graced you. Someone sent you a gift, so just accept it properly. What's with all the unnecessary talk?" Amanda: "..." That temper is really something! Calvin also wanted a gift, "Patrick, do I have a gift?" Patrick shook his head, feeling a bit awkward. He hadn't ever given a gift to a man before, "Calvin, what does a grown man like you need a gift for?" Calvin looked utterly sad, "I thought our friendship had surpassed the level where we'd prepare gifts for each other. Turns out, I was overthinking." Patrick: "..."

“Liberty, there’s no need. It’s raining outside and the wind is blowing hard. It’s freezing out there and you don’t have a car! Mrs. Lane’s not around either. If you bring Sonny out with you, Sonny will get frostbite. If you really want to give us something, when Zachary and I call you on New Year’s Day, you can just send us some Apple cash. It’s the thought that counts.” Wiltspoon’s tradition of gift-giving was all about well-intentions; how much the gift cost did not matter. Normally, gifts would cost about ten to twenty dollars. Even the closest relative gave gifts in the range of two hundred dollars. This was not exclusive to Wiltspoon and applied to just about the whole province. The ar

She did not want to strain their relation with Zaria Smith. Ria frowned. "No, my uncle and aunt aren't like that and secondly, this is my earned money that I've got from my internship. I can spend on whoever I like. Don't be worried. You're my new friend and I would like to buy you a gift for our friendship. I love spending money." "I love spending money, too! You know, there's a tradition in our group. We friends give each other gifts for our everlasting friendship." Sofia informed.

Given her money-loving nature, she would've hesitated to spend so much had she not anticipated a royalty payment later in the year. Seeing the gift, Alex was momentarily taken aback. Michelle leaned closer with a playful smile. Her voice was soft, almost coquettish, "This was originally a New Year gift, but it's a little late." She teased, "Poor Mr. Alex Ye, not receiving any New Year's gifts this year." Indeed, it was a bit unfortunate. Even though a gift had been prepared for him, he hadn't received it for the New Year. Alex chuckled playfully, feigning pity, "Indeed, quite unfortunate."

"You can't look at screens for a while." "So you insist," I mumbled to myself in annoyance. "It's for your own good." He replied having heard what I mumbled. I nodded my head and let out another sigh. "Here. You can help me choose the gifts." He suggested handing me an iPad. "What gifts?" I asked taking it from him. On the screen was a picture of an Apple PC. "The new year's annual festival." "Who's holding it?" I asked excitedly. "Me." "You're holding a festival?" I asked in disbelief.

Like Sierra could sense my impatience, she scooted closer to me and said, “Calm down. You’re making it so obvious that you’re here for only one thing alone.” I rolled my eyes. “I am only here for one thing alone.” “You should exercise patience. The gift giving will start by 7 p.m. There’s still thirty more minutes before that time. I advise you to mingle with people and make some friends.” I raised a brow that spelt, ‘really?’ Sierra smiled in response. “I know you’re going to give me the I-hate-this-pack-and-want-nothing-to-do-with-it speech but you need friends. Sticking with me all the time is not going to do you any good.”

It worked. One last thing, before you open the other envelope. You have to promise me you won’t be mad at me, or try to return the gift or pay me back because you think it is too much money to be spent on you. I may not have ever met you in person, but I feel like I already know how you will react to a gift like this, and I want you to just forget about it, all right? The only thing I ask in return is that you continue to be my friend. Because you are worth it. Our friendship is worth it. All right. With that being said, you are now allowed to open the other envelope. I hope you enjoy your gift.