November 14, 1997
I was overjoyed because, for the first time in my life, I had enough money to buy a special gift for my mom, Pattie. I could barely contain my excitement, knowing that this wasn't just any gift—it was something I knew she'd love. Now, I know some of you are thinking, "What about all the money you made playing Kevin in Home Alone or from your album sales?" Well, let me explain. My mom has always been cautious when it comes to money. She believes that if I had access to that much cash, I'd end up spoiled or, worse, getting into some stupid trouble. So, all the money I earn goes straight into an investment account. My future is secure, but my pockets? Not so much.
So, how did I get this money? Well, this time, it wasn't from acting or singing. It was a Christmas gift from my grandparents in Canada. Yeah, that guy's parents. Despite everything that's happened with him, I'm still really close with my grandparents. They visit me almost every summer, and we talk on the phone regularly. But whenever he tries to take the phone from grandma to talk to me, I just don't respond. I don't want to deal with him, and honestly, I don't want to talk about him either. It'll only piss me off, and that's the last thing I need right now, especially with Christmas around the corner.
This year, my grandparents sent their gifts early because they won't be able to visit for Christmas. I wasn't expecting anything major, but when I opened the envelope, there was a letter and $500. I think they gave me that much because they knew I had been saving up for something special—a necklace my mom has been eyeing for a while now. Every time we pass this jewelry shop in the neighborhood, she stops for just a moment and looks at it through the window. She never says anything, but I can tell she loves it.
For months, I'd been saving money wherever I could. I skipped lunch at school some days, sold snacks to my classmates—whatever it took to build up my savings. But with the extra $500 from my grandparents, I finally had enough. The necklace was pricey, around $1,000, but I was ready.
The day after tomorrow, I planned to wake up early and head to the jewelry store to make the purchase. I convinced my grandma to come along with me, mainly because I couldn't do it alone. There are all these rules about buying expensive jewelry—proof of identity, and I wasn't about to mess that up. Plus, if anyone saw me out by myself buying jewelry, rumors would spread like wildfire. And then there's the press. Reporters are always hanging around our house, hoping to get a glimpse of something they can sell to the tabloids. That's why we have a secret way to leave the house. There's an old alley behind our home that leads to a beat-up car we rarely use. It's perfect for getting out without anyone noticing.
So, early that morning, grandma and I snuck out of the house. She drove, as always, keeping a low profile. The streets were quiet, and we managed to make it to the store without anyone spotting us. It was a cold morning, so I bundled up in layers—not just to stay warm, but also to avoid being recognized. Between my hood, hat, scarf, and coat, no one could see who I was, which was exactly the point.
When we arrived, the jewelry store was bustling with holiday shoppers. People were rushing around, grabbing last-minute gifts, and the staff was busy trying to keep up with the crowds. The manager, an older guy with a kind smile, was doing his best to organize things, and when he saw us come in, he immediately assigned a salesman to help us. Grandma started browsing the rings, but I had my eye on the necklace. I knew exactly what I wanted.
The moment I saw it in the display case, I felt a wave of relief. It was even more beautiful in person—delicate and elegant, just like I remembered. I pointed it out to grandma, and she smiled knowingly. She knew how much this would mean to my mom.
As we were getting ready to check out, I noticed something. Grandma kept glancing at a particular ring. She didn't say anything, but I could tell she really liked it. It was a simple yet elegant gold ring, with a small, sparkling stone in the center. I could see her eyes light up every time she looked at it, but she quickly moved on, saying she didn't need anything.
That's when I had an idea.
While grandma was distracted, fixing my hat, I leaned in and whispered to the manager, "How much for the ring she's been looking at?"
The manager glanced over, then leaned in close and whispered back, "That one's $500."
My heart sank. I didn't have enough money for both the necklace and the ring. I felt a pit in my stomach, knowing I couldn't afford it. But before I could say anything, the manager gave me a knowing smile. He didn't ask any questions or make me feel bad about it. Instead, while grandma wasn't looking, he quietly slipped the ring into the box with the necklace.
He leaned in again and whispered, "Consider it a Christmas gift for your grandma, on me."
I was shocked. "Really?" I asked, barely able to contain my gratitude.
The manager nodded, but before I could thank him, he stopped me. "Actually, there's something you can do for me." He hesitated for a moment, then continued, "My daughter is a huge fan of yours. She's been talking about Home Alone and your album nonstop. Just this morning, she wrote a letter to Santa asking for your album as her Christmas gift. Would you mind signing a copy for her?"
I didn't even have to think about it. "Of course," I said. The manager handed me an album he had bought earlier that day, and I signed it with a personal note for his daughter. We even took a quick photo outside the shop with him and some of the staff. Despite knowing who I was, the manager never acted out of character or made me feel awkward. He was professional, kind, and discreet. It felt like one of those rare, wholesome moments—just a kid buying a gift for his mom and grandma, with a little Christmas magic thrown in.
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Christmas Eve, 1997
The house was filled with the warm scent of freshly baked cookies, and holiday music played softly in the background. The tree was lit up with colorful lights, and we all gathered around it, ready to exchange gifts. In our family, we do presents on Christmas Eve, rather than sneaking them under the tree overnight.
I was nervous but excited as I handed my mom the box with the necklace. She looked at me curiously, then opened it. The moment she saw the necklace, her eyes widened in surprise. She stared at it for a moment, speechless, before looking up at me. "Justin… this is the necklace I always look at! How did you—?" Her voice cracked, and she couldn't finish the sentence. Tears welled up in her eyes, and I could see just how much it meant to her.
Before she could say more, grandma opened her gift. When she saw the ring, her reaction was even more emotional. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she stared at it. "This is the ring I liked at the store! Justin, how…?"
I just smiled, feeling proud. "Merry Christmas."
Both my mom and grandma had tears in their eyes, and I knew this wasn't just about the gifts. It was about what they represented—thoughtfulness, love, and the fact that I was growing up. They saw me making my own decisions, thinking of others, and taking responsibility. In that moment, the room was filled with a sense of love and gratitude that I'll never forget. It wasn't about the material things—it was about family and the special bond we shared. It was one of those moments that stays with you forever, not because of what was given, but because of what it meant.
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By the way. This chapter is quick inspiration I got in thought that I will add some emotional scene with his mom and main character and not just leave them sideways and I know that many will ask In Christmas did Justin had party will you guys accept this chapter.
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