Her face was red with embarrassment before she even brought her green-gloved hand to knock against the door. She felt creepy enough for finding out where her assigned person lived, let alone going there dressed up like a Christmas elf still. When the door opened, she began singing, “Secret Santa, Secret Santa, Secret Santa rock. Secret Santas chime in Secret Santa time. Dancin’ and prancin’ in Secret Santa square in the frosty air.” While she sang she danced along, holding up her carefully wrapped present. “What a bright time, it’s the right time, to rock the night away. Secret Santa time is a swell time to go glidin’ in a one-horse slay. Giddy-up, Santa horse, pick up your feet. Go around the clock. Mix and mingle in a swanky beat. That’s the Secret Santa Rock!” She grabbed some glitter from the top of her present and blew it at Grayson’s face. “….Yay!!! Um. I hope you like it. I didn’t know what to get you so I got you a new set of drum sticks. They’re signed by Ringo Starr. I don’t even know if you like the Beatles… Oh oops, you’re supposed to unwrap the present and then find out. I just killed the surprise. What the fuck, Starr.” @ggraysun