“Wow, I… don’t know what to say,” Marta said. “Thank you.”
Angela smiled and stared down at her hands.
“Well, nobody’s topping that,” Genesis said.
“Christmas isn’t a competition, dear,” Marta said.
“You better enjoy the gift card I got you, then,” Genesis replied.
“I always do,” Marta said. “Twelve years in a row.”
Angela chuckled and opened her gift from Dominick. It was a gaming headset with a bright purple casing and cushioned headphones.
“I still have the receipt if you prefer a different color,” Dominick said. “Genesis told me that you were looking for a new set so I picked what I thought was best.”
“It’s perfect,” Angela said. “Thanks.”
Genesis unwrapped an assortment of manga volumes from her mother, while Dominick opened up the latest installment in a long-running series of fantasy novels.
The next round of gifts included a new toolset for Genesis from her father, an external hard drive for Marta from Dominick, and a book on the history of superpowers for Angela from Marta. Dominick’s gift from Angela was a CD of a South African jazz band from the late 1960s.
“Is this what I think it is?” he asked.
“I hope so,” she replied. “You saw them live when you were a kid, right? But you couldn’t remember their name? The music plays whenever I look into your eyes.”
He got up and put the CD into a stereo nearby. It sounded like any other jazz to Angela, very smooth with lots of trumpet. Dominick returned to his seat with a broad grin on his face.
“Seeing this band with my parents is one of my last memories before we moved to Canada,” he said. “I thought I would never find them again.”
Genesis punched Angela lightly on the arm.
“I can’t believe all I bought him was a DVD,” she said, chuckling. “Making me look bad here.”
“I guess I might have overdone it a little,” Angela said.