"I'll carry it over to the table and open it first." I snatched the package from him, hurried to the table, and started to carefully extract the ginormous green sparkly bow from the red foil saying, "I think I'm going to save this bow because it's so cool." Damien gave me a thank-you wink. I heard Erik and Shaunee snickering and managed to kick one of them, which shut both of them up. Putting the bow aside I unwrapped and opened the little box and pulled out...
Oh, jeesh.
"A snow globe," I said, trying to sound happy. "With a snowman inside it." Okay, a snowman snow globe is not a birthday present. It's a Christmas decoration. A cheesy Christmas decoration at that.
"Yeah! Yeah! And listen to what it plays!" Jack said, practically hopping up and down in excitement as he took the globe from me and wound a knob in its base so that "Frosty the Snowman" started tinkling out around us in painfully cheap and off-key notes.
"Thank you, Jack. It's really pretty," I lied.
"Glad you like it," Jack said. "It's kinda a theme for your birthday." Then he shot his eyes over to Erik and Damien. The three of them grinned at each other like bad little boys. I planted a smile on my face. "Oh, well, good. Then I'd better open the next present."
"Mine's next!" Damien handed me a long, soft box.
Smile wedged in place, I started to open the box, though I couldn't help wishing I could turn into a cat and hiss and run from the room.
Chapter Two
"Oooh, it's beautiful!" I stroked my hand over the folded material of the scarf, thoroughly shocked that I'd actually gotten a cool gift.
"It's cashmere," Damien said smugly.
I lifted it from the box, thrilled that it was a chic, shimmery cream color instead of the red or green birthmas presents I usually get. Then I froze, realizing I'd been thrilled too soon.
"See the snowmen embroidered on the ends?" Damien said. "Aren't they adorable?"
"Yep, adorable," I said. Sure-for Christmas they're adorable. For a birthday present, uh, not so much.
"Okay, we're next," Shaunee said, passing me a big box haphazardly wrapped in green Christmas-tree foil.
"And we didn't follow the snowman theme," Erin said, frowning at Damien.
"Yeah, no one told us," Shaunee frowned at Damien, too.
"That's okay!" I said a little too quickly and enthusiastically, and then tore into their package. Inside was a pair of black leather stiletto boots that would have been utterly cool and chic and fabulous ... had it not been for the Christmas trees, complete with red and gold ornaments, that were stitched in full color on the side of each boot. This. Can. Only. Be. Worn. At. Christmas. Which makes it definitely a lame birthmas present.
"Oh, thanks." I tried to gush. "They're really cute."
"Took us forever to find them," Erin said.
"Yeah, plain boots would not do for Ms. Born-on-the-Twenty-Fourth," Shaunee said.
"No indeedy. Plain old black leather stiletto boots would never do," I said, feeling like crying.
"Hey, there's another present left."
Erik's voice pulled me out of the black hole of my birthmas-present depression. "Oh, something else?" I hoped it was only to my ears that my tone said, "Oh, yet another tragic non-present present?"
"Yeah, one more something else." Almost shyly, he handed me a very small rectangular shaped box. "I really hope you like it."
I glanced down at the box before I took it and almost squeed in happy surprise. Erik was holding a silver and gold wrapped present with a Moody's Fine Jewelry sticker plastered classify in the middle of it. (I swear I heard the "Hallelujah Chorus" crescendo somewhere in the background.)
"It's from Moody's!" I sounded breathless, but I couldn't help myself.
"I hope you like it," Erik repeated, lifting his hand and offering the little silver and gold box like a shining treasure.
I ripped through the lovely wrapping to expose a black velvet box. Velvet. I swear. Real velvet. I bit my lip to keep from giggling, held my breath, and opened it.
The first thing I saw was the gleaming platinum chain. Speechless with happiness my eyes followed the chain down to the beautiful pearls that were nestled into the plush velvet. Velvet! Platinum! Pearls! I sucked in air so that I could begin my gushing ohmygodthankyouErikyou'rethebestboyfriendever when I realized that the pearls were oddly shaped. Were they defective? Had the fabulously exclusive and amazingly expensive Moody's Fine Jewelry Store ripped off my boyfriend? And then I realized what I was seeing. The pearls were shaped into a snowman.