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She Kidnapped Me for Christmas!	By : jemstone5 Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 2210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of Fan fiction. I do no own the Justice League series. The places are real, the additional people are semi real, the names have been changed to protect the insane. :D I DON'T make any money on the publication of this story.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Justice League, they belong to warner brothers entertainme, and i don't make money off this stoyr. it's purley for fun.
Authors Notes: This is a work of Fan fiction. the places are real, the people, are semi real, the names have been changed to protect the insane. :D this is how i see a christmas happening if i were faced with the situation. if you don't like it, don't read it.
WARNING: I havent' really decided what this fic will contian, so this warning will change chapter to chapter. i will say, expect some maritime Humor, and yes, i am a maritimer, so i know a thing or two about it.
ADDITIONAL WARNING: There will be laughs.
Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)
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“She Kidnapped me for Christmas!”
By jemstone5
HAPPY HOLIDAYS ALL
Chapter 7
A Christmas Party…with a twist
The door opened to a woman with dark hair, who stood just about four and a half feet tall. “ABBIE!” the woman cried excitedly.
“I got the ice!”
“OOOOHHH, you rock!”
“Tommy blew off the party, among other things,” she said.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“No sweat, this is J’onn J’onzz, buddy of mine. Found himself away from home for Christmas, so…”
“You abducted him?”
“Hey, we went through a police check point, he had ample opportunity to bail. J’onn this is Rebecca.”
“How do you do.”
“Very polite, hang onto this one. Mr. Jones, come on in.”
“It’s J’onn J’onzz, actually, and thank you.”
“Kind of a French thing? Oh never mind, we’ll just call you J.J. How’s that?”
“My name is…”
“Don’t fight it J.J. You have been afflicted with a nick name. Deal with it. I brought Meat balls, with honey garlic sauce.”
“Do they need to be cooked?”
“Yes.”
“Ok, I’ll take those, you head on in, and enjoy.”
“Thanks Rebecca. Here, kick your shoes off, I’ll take your coat in a minute.”
J’onn handed the woman the bags, including the lobster, and watched as Abbie turned away. Quietly he turned his feet from covered shoes, to sock feet, then turned his coat to a cable sweater, and followed Abbie into the main room of the house. Abbie was busy greeting her friends, and passing out presents to certain members of the group, before meeting up with him again.
“I’ll introduce you when I come back. Give me your co…where’s your coat?”
“Oh, a young lady came and took it.”
“Must have been Mary. Here, can you put this under that Christmas tree for me, while I put my coat away.”
“Of course.” J’onn weaved his way through the gathered people, and laid the gift under the tree. Then as he turned, a man just over five foot tall, and rather round, stood beside him, cheerfully peering at him from behind his glasses.
“You must be Abbie’s boyfriend Tommy. I’m Keith.”
“I’m not Tommy,” was all he could say.
“Wonderful to meet you ‘not Tommy’ so who the hell are you?”
“I sure hope you’re not gona talk that way around your son when he’s old enough to repeat everything you say.”
“Abbie, wonderful to see you girl.”
“Yeah, your wife is looking for you, something about a spit up cloth you forgot.”
The man quickly dashed across the room, to a woman holding an infant on the other side of the room.
“So who is Keith?”
“A mild but tolerable annoyance. Trust me, you don’t want him to yammer on and on, you’ll die before he runs out of things to talk about.”
“Oh?”
“Did you notice how he didn’t give you a chance to say who you were?”
“Yes,” he sighed. “A bit rude.”
“Now picture that all night long.” J’onn nodded and accepted a glass of soda from her. “I wasn’t sure if you drank so I hope just pop will do.”
“That will be fine.”
“Brandon!”
“Hey Abbie,” A man just a little over six feet tall, stepped up behind them, and handed a gift to her. “For the tree, if you please.”
“Always a pleasure. Brandon, this is J’onn J’onzz, Rebecca nicked him as J.J.”
“Always a pleasure, J.J. Brandon Phrasure; please, I’m no relation.”
“Pleased to meet you.”
“Where did the lobster go?”
“With Rebecca and the other bags.”
“Oh good lord…”
Just then… “AAAAAAA!!!!!!”
“Sounds like she found it,” Brandon stated.
“Oh man, Brandon, keep J.J. occupied, keep him away from Keith, and vice versa. I gotta rescue a crustation. Poor thing must be terrified.” Abbie thread her way between the two men, greeting another two guests before she joined up with Rebecca as she held up a bag, with a disgusted look on her face.
“What is this doing here?” Rebecca asked, holding the bag with the lobster, still moving vigorously, inside it.
“That is for J.J. Rebecca, I need a favor.”
“What’s that Angel?”
“You may not think me an angel after you hear this.”
“Oh, boy. When you get that look, there is fun to be had. Come on, spill it.”
“Well, you know how we usually give that C.F.A. ceremony to all our speakers at our meetings?”
“Yeah, but that’s only for those who’ve come to Nova Scotia for the first time.”
“Well, J.J.’s here for the first time, actually by the sounds of it, it’s his first time anywhere away from his friends, who I get the feeling are a bit up tight.”
“And you want to loosen him up?”
“Just a bit. Have you got any Scotch left?”
“You know the rules.”
“Hey, I got $20 bucks here for the scotch and the hat. Think you can swing it?”
“If you think you can get Brandon to go along, and clear it with Trevor, then we’ll do it, right before Secret Santa.”
“No problem. Be right back.”
“So where did Abbie meet you?”
“Ah, she ran into me in the grocery store.”
“What no coffee pot?”
“OH Brandon!” Abbie called as she made her way to join Rebecca. “Don’t go on about the coffee pot incident!”
“Oh, come on! You hit me in the head with it!”
“And didn’t I tell you not to move?!”
“I wouldn’t know. The concussion has wiped my memory.”
“Somebody hit him for me!”
Brandon looked at J'onn. “Don’t do it.”
“Do what?” J’onn asked, honestly not understanding what the whole thing was about.
“Good man. Come on, I’ll introduce you around.”
“Thank you.”
“Did she really run into you?”
“Yes. Crushed a box of creampuffs too.”
“That’s what saved you then.”
“Saved me?”
“From serious body damage. Alex...come meet a new fella…” And J’onn was shown around the house, and introduced to all the people, they came in contact with. Sometimes, more than once. Along the way Abbie returned briefly, to pull Brandon away to talk, then was off again, and Brandon returned to J’onn, to rescue him from Keith’s incessant rambling about how great their business was, not even realizing, that J’onn had no idea what business they were in. he’d have to ask Abbie when he got the chance.
During the night, as he spoke with the others of the office staff, he was shown the buffet style spread of food, to which someone else had brought orderves, as he’d heard Abbie saying she’d left hers at home. Thus she had brought meatballs and sauce. He put together a small selection for himself, and headed back into the main room to eat. There Abbie had managed to rejoin him, setting another present beneath the tree.
“I added a present to the tree for you.”
“What?” he asked.
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fun. You’ll see.”
“But…I…”
“Eat your food. Secret Santa will be in a little bit. You’ll need both hands to hang onto your gift.”
“What do you mean?”
“Abbie,” Rebecca called, and Abbie quickly headed off.
“Excuse me, Jeffery?” J’onn asked of a young man squished in at his shoulder on the sofa.
“Yeah man, what’s up?”
“What is the Secret Santa?”
“Man, I haven’t a clue. This is my first time here. But I’m told its fun. Beer?”
“No thank you. I don’t like to drink.”
“J.J.?” J’onn looked up to see a large burly man standing just in front of him. “I’m Trevor, Rebecca’s husband. She tells me you’re new?”
“Yes. How do you do, Abbie invited me. We’d been bumping into each other over the last couple days.” Well it was true.
“Welcome. I hear you’re from the states? What part?”
Remembering his cover story, J’onn started. “I’m based mainly in Gotham City. I’m an auditor for Wayne Enterprises.”
“Really, what’s an auditor do for Wayne Enterprises?”
“Well,” J’onn quickly swallowed a bite of his food, “I mainly go around, and make sure all filing procedures are followed, all paper work is filled out properly, and filed where it’s supposed to be. I also have to make sure that all procedures are in place with shipping offices and customs for both Canada and the US.”
“Sounds like a headache waiting to happen.”
“You have no idea.”
“This your first trip to Canada?”
“Yes, it is interesting to say the least. Everyone seems very pleased to be here.”
“Well I hope your stay is a pleasant one and that you have a safe journey home. In the mean time, welcome to our Christmas party, I hope you enjoy yourself. Where’s Angel?”
“Who?”
“Oh there she is. Excuse me, we’ll talk again.”
“Ok.” J’onn watched the man walk away, and join up with his wife, and Abbie, who quickly started talking, and pointing back to him. J’onn suddenly felt like he was being sized up for a fix up. There was a good duration between guests stopping to chat with him, which gave him a chance to finish his food. To which Brandon then stepped over, and placed a gift under the tree, yet again.
“Enjoying yourself, J.J.?” he asked of J’onn.
“Yes.”
“Great…maybe when you’re done, we can…”
“Brandon,” Abbie stepped up next to him and started whispering in his ear rather urgently.
Brandon thought for a moment when she stepped back, “I think I can manage that,” he stated.
“Great, go see Rebecca.” When he walked away, Abbie turned to J’onn. “Sorry for being rude J’onn. Christmas surprise, no one is supposed to know yet.”
“Quite alright. The meatballs are good.”
“Glad you like them. Very secret family recipe,” she exaggerated.
“So secret it’s available in the grocery store.”
“Yeah, ain’t that somethin’.”
J’onn smiled at her, and watched as Rebecca came up behind her and took her off to the kitchen. He was getting the feeling something was going on. But because of his promise to not use his powers any more, he couldn’t read their minds to find out what. This was getting exciting.
He finished his food, and put his plate on the coffee table in front of him, getting ready to get up. Just then the traditional Christmas carols changed to pipe music, singing out a loud upbeat tune, that everyone started to clap to. J’onn looked around, and though he wasn’t using his powers, he could feel an empowering feeling of good nature. Just then Rebecca came up and waved everyone down, those that could sit, sat, while others moved off behind the outer chairs.
“Ok,” she called, as the music died down. “Welcome, everybody. Do forgive the recorded bagpipes, I know we usually have a live piper, but this was a short notice event.” Everyone seemed to chuckle and applaud. “We have a C.F.A.!!!” the whole room erupted in cheer. “J.J.!!” J’onn looked at the diminutive woman, then to Abbie. She was just grinning, ear to ear, urging the man to rise. “Come on J.J. Come up here.” Slowly J’onn got up and joined the woman in front of everyone. “J.J. here, has come to Canada on business, and he had the fortunate opportunity to run in to our dear Angel, Abbie.” Abbie raised her hand to everyone. “And he survived.”
“Thanks Rebecca,” Abbie called. “One incident with a coffee pot and you never live it down.”
“I keep hearing about that, what happened?” J’onn asked.
“We’ll talk about that later J.J.” Rebecca stated quickly. “Now, as you all know, we have a special ceremony, adopted from Newfoundland, to welcome First time visitors to Nova Scotia. But because this is his first trip to CANADA, its gona be a double!!!” Rebecca waved her hand to Brandon, who stepped forward holding a jar of water. “I will now turn the floor over to our illustrious master of ceremonies, Brandon!” Again everyone applauded, as Rebecca quickly dashed away.
“Good evening everyone, friends and victims – I mean – visitors alike.” J’onn suddenly felt like he was up for auction. “J.J. this is a very important initiation you are about to undergo. And I, Brandon Phrasure, take this illustrious responsibility very seriously.”
“Is that why you’re smiling?” J’onn asked.
“Yes, as a matter of fact. Now, how much do you know about Nova Scotia?”
J’onn thought for a moment, and recalled the information he saw on the concert promotional commercial. “Keith Urban will be playing at the Halifax Commons in April this year.”
“AT LAST!!!” Abbie cried out from the back of the room. “A GUY WHO KNOWS COUNTRY MUSIC!!”
“I didn’t say that.”
“There you go Angel, he’s not the dream you thought he was.”
“Very funny Brandon.”
“Ok. To begin this sacred ceremony,” and the group began to laugh lightly, “we must begin, by adorning the head of the soon to be anointed, with the sacred headdress.” Brandon pulled up a yellow hat, with straps, and placed it on J’onn’s head. “The traditional Sowester.”
“I suddenly feel ridiculous.”
“Good, you’re right on track. Now we mush bless the coming event with the holy harbor water.” Brandon opened the jar, and quickly thrust it away from his face, as though the smell offended him. “That would be the harbor water,” the group gently laughed. Brandon dipped his fingertips into the water, and began to splash the drops on J’onn’s hat. “Bless you my son,” he said as he put the jar on the table in front of them. “Now, who here has a good Scottish accent?”
“I do!” Keith bellowed, but the baby he was holding quickly started crying.
“I think you’ve been drafted for a different duty. Anyone else?”
“I can do it,” stated a young man, the same one who had offered J’onn the Beer.
“Ok David, come on up here. Have you seen this before?”
“Hell yeah,” he said, sliding on the floor a bit as he maneuvered around the people. “I can do it but good.”
“Ok. Here’s what’s going to happen,” Brandon gave J’onn a larger than normal class of scotch. “Normally it’s just a shot glass, but this is a double, cause you got two firsts to celebrate. First time in Canada.” And everyone cheered. “And first time in Nova Scotia.” And the cheers just got louder. “To which, we are the one who are blessed with your presence.”
“That’s a good thing?” J’onn asked, taking the glass.
“Well I sure hope so.” Brandon turned and took a white porcelain casserole dish from Rebecca, and turned back to J’onn. “Here’s what’s gona happen. You will be asked, by our Scottish piper stand in, ‘Are Yee a Nova Scotchin?’ to which, in your best Scottish accent, you will reply…”
“WAIT!!!!” Rebecca called, as she ran into the fray of people with an odd towel. “Not quite ready yet. David, Drop ‘em.” And she pointed to his pants.
“Oh yeah, that’s right.” Brandon stated as everyone laughed. “We need this to be as authentic as possible.” Rebecca wrapped a red plaid towel around David’s waist, then David quickly pulled his track pants down around his ankles.
“I ain’t takin’ ‘em totally off.”
“And here’s the pipe bag.” Rebecca gave him a red women’s hand bag, with a couple of copper pipes sticking out the top. “NOW HE’S READY!” Everyone cheered and laughed, as the young man turned around for all to see the plaid towel with the design of a red kilt all over it, complete with a picture of the bag, or pouch that usually hung from the bagpiper’s waist. “Ten dollars at Sears!!!” Rebecca announced proudly. “And you too can look like a piper!”
“Ok, shall we continue,” Brandon stated, bringing the gathering back under control, not that he really had control in the first place. “Where was I? Oh yeah, David here will ask you, in HIS best scotish accent, ‘Are Yee a Nova Scotchin?’ to which, in your best Scottish accent, you will reply…” he paused as though waiting for another interruption, “just making sure, you will reply ‘Bloody yes, laddy, and long may my bag be blown’.”
J’onn looked at him. “You can’t be serious?”
“OH yeah, and that’s not all! You then, must make sure that David here is a true Scotsman, or a stand in, by lifting the kilt, then you squeeze the Scotsman’s bag, then you kiss the lobster’s buttocks, after that, you place your hand over your heart, down the hatch with the drink, and you’re done. You will then be an official adopted Nova Scotian. Any questions?”
“Yes, do I have to…”
“I get that a lot, and yes, you have to lift the kilt, squeeze the bag, and kiss the lobster’s butt. Are you ready?”
“No.”
“Good. Let’s get to it.” Brandon then waved to the young man, who was gallantly waving to his new attire, then turned to Brandon.
“Ok, here we go. ARE YE A NOVA SCOTCIAN?”
J’onn looked around, hoping Abbie would get him out of this, only to realize, it was her that had to have gotten him into this. Oh boy, Abbie had a video camera in her hand, and was no doubt zoomed in on his face right now. Finally Brandon began prompting him with the exaggerated accented response. J’onn decided that the only way to get through this, was to get it over with. He could always erase the recording later. “Boddy yes…no wait,” he cleared his throat and tried again. If anything he may as well enjoy this a little. “Bloody yes, laddy, and long may…my bag be blowin’.” Towards the end, he couldn’t help but laugh a little, along with everyone else. Course the last word didn’t come out quite right but…
“Good enough!! Now, you lift the kilt,” J’onn did, just a little, while David made like the Marolyn Munroe poster over the air shaft. “ – and you squeeze his bag, the purse that is.” As he grasped the bag, someone, most likely Rebecca, squeezed what sounded like a dog’s squeaker toy several times. Then Brandon brought out the lobster, but rather than the stuffed toy lobster he held before, this time it was the real lobster that Abbie had purchased on their way to the party.
“You planned this THEN?” J’onn asked with an amused smile.
“What can I say,” Abbie replied, “I’m the queen of spontaneity.”
“Come on, come on, you’re almost there. Kiss the lobster’s buttocks.” J’onn looked at the curled tail of the creature.
“I’m going to get you for this,” he laughed, and quickly kissed the outer shell of the animal.
“That’s good enough. Now, hand over your heart, and down the hatch.”
J’onn put his hand over his chest, and tipped the larger than normal shot glass back, gulping down the strong alcohol. Oh yeah, that was a buzz!
“WELCOME TO NOVA SCOTIA!!!” everyone yelled, and Brandon gave J’onn a piece of paper, saying he’d been officially adopted into the society of Nova Scotia, as several camera flashes went off around him.
“Don’t tell my boss about this, ok?” J’onn stated, posing for one of the pictures.
“Not to worry, what happens in Nova Scotia…”
“STAYS IN NOVA SCOTIA!!” everyone else replied. Then J’onn noticed that his digital camera was being passed around as well. Oh yeah, this was going to make for some interesting pictures to show back home.
“OK Everybody, its time for Secret Santa!!” Rebecca called, passing around a hat. “There’s thirty seven people who brought a gift. J.J., Abbie said she wrapped yours for you, so you go ahead and take a number. Now for J.J.’s benefit, and others, who hasn’t been to our Christmas parties before?” A few of the people put up their hands, J’onn included obviously.
“Ok, listen carefully, cause we do things a little differently around here. The gifts under the tree fall into three categories, functional, fun, and whatever.” To that even J’onn hand to laugh a bit. “If you brought a gift, you draw a number. Then when all the numbers have been drawn, we start with number one. Now it’s really no fun for the first person, but it gets better as the night goes on, the first person opens their gift and goes and sits down. With the second, or any subsequent person, you come up, and pick a gift. Now BEFORE you open that gift, if you like the gift that the previous person, or persons, had opened, you can go to that person, take their gift, and give them the unopened one you just picked. There’s also a drawback, the gift you give up, may be better than the one you take, so it’s at your own risk, cause once you trade, you can’t trade back; at least, not during the secret Santa. But that’s up to the two of you, whoever the two of you may be.
“So, everybody understand?” Everyone either said yes, or applauded, either way the instructions seemed pretty straight forward, for a Canadian. “Ok.” Someone handed Rebecca the empty hat. “Number One, come on up here.” From near the back of the crowd, a young woman came forward. “Ok, Karen, go ahead and pick the first gift.”
“Pick a good one honey,” Keith called from further back, and among the cries of a fussing infant.
The woman reached under the tree, and pulled out a small box in foil type red paper. She had little choice but to open it. It turned out to be a gift card to the local movie theater. “Oh cool, now we can go see Invictous.”
“THAT’S GOT MORGAN FREEMAN!!” Abbie cried form the crowd, as she moved her way to the front to be near J’onn.
“Yeah, I know you like him…”
“GO ON!! Freeman is awesome!!”
“Looks like we just discovered the hot ticket item of the night,” Rebecca commented. “Ok, who’s got number 2?”
“I do,” called the stand in Scottish piper, who had managed in the mayhem to remove the towel and pull up his pants, somewhere along the line. He stepped up and took a gift, a big one that seemed a bit heavy too. “As much as I love going to the movies,” he said, eyeing the gift card still firmly clutched in Karen’s hot little hand, “I’m going to keep this one.” And he quickly opened it, to find a set of two wine bottles, a red, and a white. “SWEET!” he cried, “More booze!!!”
“You are spending the night David,” Rebecca announced, and sent him on his way. “Number 3…?” And on the evening went. It was during the breaks and laughter as gifts were chased after and exchanged, that J’onn looked down at his number. Twenty nine.
“Ooo, that’s a good one,” Abbie stated, peaking over his hand.
“What number is yours?” he asked.
“Well, you may have a good number, but I’ve got a better one.” And she held up here tag. Thirty seven. The last number in the string. “Which is good. Last year I was number 4.”
“Bad?”
“Well, considering that I swapped my gift with Keith for the seat warmer he got, then his wife later swapped it back from me for a snow globe? Yeah, it kinda sucked. But I still won out in the end I guess. Turns out the seat warmer didn’t work anyway.”
“I take it you dislike this Keith?”
“I wouldn’t say that. I don’t dislike him, but then, I don’t like him either.”
“I’m NEXT!!” Keith suddenly yelled from the back of the crowd. They were up to number 7 already.
“For a maritimer, this Newfie is best taken in EXTREAMLY SMALL doses.”
“I JUST LOVE CHRISTMAS!!” he said, “Sorry David, but you’re drinking is gona have to suffer.”
“My Booze!” Keith walked away with the wine, leaving David with a small red package. He opened it to find a box of mixed Fiero Roche chocolates, and a large box of them at that.
“You may want to hold onto them, David,” Abbie said. “I’m a choco-holic.”
“Stay away from my chocolates.”
“Number 8…?”
“That would be Brandon. And he’s in the can…”
“Not anymore,” the man stated, and joyfully trod across the floor.
And the night went on. There were more bottles of wine, more chocolates of various brands, gift cards from restaurants, wine glass ware, a champagne set – J’onn was beginning to notice a trend. There were swaps out of unopened gifts, for other items, and there was friendly banter thrown around the room. Then there was a call for number 28, J’onn watched as Rebecca herself went up and picked up a gift bag.
“Sorry Susan,” she said to a woman across the room. “But that champagne set, its stayin’ here.” The group all laughed as Rebecca went up and took the champagne glass and ice bucket set, and handed her the gift bag she’d picked.
The woman opened it, to find a set of humor books, ‘The Encyclopedia of Maritime Jokes, Banter, and Humorous Phrases’. Now that would be something for Flash, better than the Loonie idea. And he was next to pick a gift.
J’onn stood up at the call of his number, he then picked up a larger sized gift bag from under the tree. “Ok,” he began. “If I chose, I can trade this gift, for ANY gift that has been opened so far?”
“You got it my man,” Rebecca stated.
“Ok. Karen,” the woman looked up. “As nice as that movie pass card sounds, I’m afraid I’m not going to be in town long enough to enjoy it, so you can stop hiding it every time someone gets up.”
“I still have to for another 8 people,” she said, amongst the laughter.
“And Keith…”
“Oh no…”
J’onn was getting the hang of this. “My head is still spinning from the scotch,” which in a way was true, “so the wine bottles you have stashed back there are safe. Susan, we haven’t met, and I’m sorry that Rebecca has taken your champagne set from you, but I’m afraid that I’m going to be just as mean. That book set would be perfect, in a certain library,” and with a huge smile on his face, he stepped in front of the young woman. “Hand it over please.”
“It is all yours,” she laughed, and took the gift bag. J’onn sat down, looking over the still sealed boxed set of five books, one for each province, and a place called Cape Breton Island. He’d have to ask Abbie later where that was. Then he looked up as Susan started to laugh. “What am I gona do with five bags of Oreo cookies?”
“WHAT!!” J’onn exclaimed. “Those are my favorite! Can we trade back later!”
“Later!” Rebecca reminded him, and called for number 30 in the group.
The next few gifts were rather practical. Guest number 30 traded Karen, finally, for her movie pass, and Karen ended up with a lovely office desk set, of a blotter, letter opener, In and Out mail trays, and a pen cup. She wasn’t too impressed. Guest 31, traded their gift for Keith’s wine, and he was left with a 2010 weekly organizer, to which he stated he’d already bought his for the New Year, and had already marked in it, thus he couldn’t return it. Karen said much the same thing.
Guest 32 and 33, opted to keep their chosen gifts, though looking back each thought they should have traded. One got a picture frame, a pewter one, and the other got a serving set for the Bar-B-Q, complete with lighter. Guests 34, 35,and 36, all traded their gifts for the same box of fiero rochet chocolates, leaving behind, a Snow Globe to David, with the subsequent guests getting a travel alarm clock that projected the time onto the ceiling, and 92 CD capacity travel case. Then it was Abbie’s turn.
“You’re the last one Abbie,” Rebecca stated, as Abbie went up and picked up the last present under the tree. As she grabbed the end of the tall but narrow package, she turned back towards the room of waiting participants.
“Ok,” she said with a smile. “There are SO MANY nice gifts to choose from…”
“Abbs,” Karen called, “this is a fantastic desk set, I can’t part with it, so you better not come here.”
“Abbie, sweet heart, did you get your day timer for next year yet?”
“Oh Karen, Keith, using reverse psychology isn’t going to work, nor is appealing to my sense of practicality. No, I think…” and she stepped up to guest number 36, the successful candidate who go the favored chocolates. “I’ll take those,” she said, and reached out.
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