The box was stunning, like a prop straight from a holiday movie. My hands itched to tear it open.

“What is it, Dad?” I asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

He grinned, but there was something unreadable flickering in his gaze.

“Oh, it’s a surprise, kiddo. But you’ll need to promise me something first.”

“Okay… what’s that?”

“Don’t open it until Christmas morning,” he said firmly.

He handed the gift over carefully, as though it were fragile.

“Keep it under the tree, and think of me when you see it. I’ll be away for work, but I’ll call you first thing in the morning. I’ll come home as soon as I can.”

I nodded eagerly.