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Mya took a deep breath, tugging at the bow on top of the gift basket. “Is the twenty-sixth too late to prepare a Christmas gift for them?”
“Well, we just met them on the twenty-fourth while we were looking for Jamal, and all of the stories were closed until today, so that we couldn’t get a lot of these items for that mom and her two babies,” Roxy said. “But it’s nice doing something together like this. Of course, there is a tradition of Boxing Day in the UK, which was originally for just this—giving something to those less fortunate.”
“Yeah, I know,” Mya said. “It’s nice starting our own traditions now that you’re a part of the family.” Mya picked up the basket, and, following Roxy to the house, they met the single mother and her two babies. They placed the basket on the doorstep and rang the doorbell before hiding. They watched the mom step out, see the basket, taking the card before looking around, to which they ducked to the side, but when they looked up, they saw her taking the basket in.