I poke my head in there. “I thought we opened presents already,” I say dryly. “Oh, this is the second part of the tradition. We pretend all the gifts are gone, and then the kids wake up the next morning and find something extra waiting for them on the kitchen table.” “That’s a really nice tradition.” I shrug awkwardly. “Mind if I grab a drink? Something harder than water or milk, I mean.” “Having trouble sleeping?” “Yeah. Unfamiliar surroundings, I guess.” “Come on. I got just the trick.”
