"I didn't go all out," she smiled back, now this was ending up perfectly. He'd open the jackets, then the portrait and the books.
"I just wanted you to know how I feel love Christmas, and I'm fond of you, since we are the only family we really have here, well," she trailed off uncomfortably, not wanting him to know how she felt.
"There was no one else," she lied, he probably knew it; "it's about the giving."