I can’t help but laugh. Then I turn my attention to my own gift. I stare at it for several minutes. I’ve never had a Christmas present that someone bought specifically for me. I’ve gotten gifts in school when we had gift exchanges, but those were bought knowing some random person would get it. This … this was something they’d actually gotten for me, and that fact is a little awe-inspiring.
“You going to open that?” Job asks.
I nod without looking at him and slowly begin to unwrap it. I don’t tear into the paper like I’ve seen kids do on television. I find the place where the tape sticks and slowly peel it away only tearing the paper a small amount.
“It’s just so pretty,” I say in way of explanation. “I don’t want to mess it up.”
“You do realize that the present is inside, right?” Job a
