She sat in her bed looking up at the ceiling. She remembered her childhood bed, in her childhood room. It had stars on the ceiling. They glowed in the dark. She would imagine stars shooting across in the darkness. She thought of all the wishes she'd made; of which came true and which didn't.
Her brother told her that if she closed her eyes real tight and wished very hard, repeating the words in whispers for good measure, her wish would come true. Especially on Christmas eve cause Santa would be closer. This habit carried on as she grew. Even when the stars weren't there, and the whispers were inaudible, and she knew how silly she was being... She still closed her eyes tight and wished with all her might.
She wished for that bicycle, and to get asked out to prom; her first car, getting into law school; all of which never came true. She sighed. Secret Santa was always fun. She used put so much effort into not being discovered. Yet she never had one in return.
Until recently. Her Secret Santa was very good. Third year running and still on point with every single gift. Yes, there were many.
Those earrings especially.
She turned around in bed and smiled. Her very own Secret Santa. Not so secret anymore.
Merry Christmas and may all your dreams come true
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