I broke into his house as he slept.
It wasn’t as hard as I’d imagined it might be, to be honest, I’d thought breaking and entering would be a whole huge process and that I might not be up to the task, but when the time came all I needed was a little forethought, a little advance planning, and an appropriate mix of forthright honesty and blatant lies.
I explained to his neighbor what I planned to do and she gave me his extra key, basically, it didn’t take any more than that.
So, while he slept, into his home I crept, dressed all in black but for a red winter hat atop my ski-masked head.
I was careful, I had to be careful, lest I wake him as I crept silently up his stairs and into his room, placing the small, gift-wrapped parcel I’d brought with me on his night stand and crouching by his bed, my face inches from his, watching him even as he continued to sleep, utterly oblivious to my presence, the only sound in the room that of his breathing as he slumbered.
And, once everything was in place and I knew the time was right, I prodded him once, then again, to wake him from his dreams.
“Secret Santa.” I whispered, eyes wide, grinning under my mask.
And then waited for the screaming to begin…