“Oh, I’m sorry. You guys should go. I didn’t mean to jump ahead.”
“Hey, it’s fine. We want you to,” Sarah said. “Like you said, there’s no Santa, so we can wait a bit.”
“Okay.” When Julian got up this time, he didn’t run to the present, but to his parents. He wrapped his arms around his dad, pulling his mom closer as he did.
“Thank you,” Julian said. “Seriously, thank you so much.”
“It’s okay,” Sarah said, and Damien echoed. “We’re sorry it took us so long.”
* * * *
Julian found a V-neck sweater of a nice, dark green wool in the first box. A couple of collared shirts that were like the kind he had worn in his high school photo, then a few that were plaid and easy to wear during cold weather in another. A band T-shirt for Panic! At The Disco surprised but also delighted him, and he ha
