Marcus still felt the need to complain. “One present each? This is the worst Christmas ever!”
I smacked the back of his head. She worked so hard since dad left; I prayed that she didn’t hear Marcus.
I opened my present, Air Jordan and ran to give her a hug. “How could you afford this?”
“Magic,” she said with a grin.
Flakes fell outside the window behind her.
“Snow in El Paso? It must be magic!”