He kept a sharp eye on his peep hole.
The room beyond was bedecked with Christmas finery and under the tree was a treasure trove of goodies.
One day, he hoped to be adopted by a family like this, that would be the best present ever. In the meantime, he just looked on and hoped.
This was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, see link here:
I have also included the FOWC Word Prompt: Treasure