Opening gifts is tiring, I can tell you that. To me, it’s better when we're finished and enjoying Christmas breakfast. “What’s the theme of this year’s Christmas party?”
My mother stared at me for a moment before glaring at Jeremiah. He looked at the table. “You didn’t tell her?”
“Well, I forgot,” Jeremiah replied sheepishly as he glanced up.
“You were supposed to buy a gift for someone. We’re doing secret santa this year. He was supposed to give you an index card with someone’s name on it and you were supposed to buy them a gift," my mother explained.
I frowned and stared at Jeremiah. “Did you even get a gift for your secret santa?” my mother asked him.
“I barely know the girl!” he exclaimed.
“Who is she?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
“Since we both invited someone a bit later t
