My Stepmom Took the Christmas Gift My Dad Left Me And Told Me I Didnt Deserve It, Unaware It Was a Test

Christmas had always been my favorite time of year. The twinkling lights, the scent of pine, gingerbread cookies, and stockings filled with treats—it all felt magical. But this year, the magic was gone.

A few months ago, my dad remarried, and his new wife, Melanie, seemed determined to make me feel like an outsider in my own home. She wasn’t overtly cruel, but her passive-aggressive comments were enough to wear me down.

“Oh, Anna, is that what you’re wearing? Sweetheart, you might want to rethink that!” or “Your dad spoils you so much, doesn’t he? Enjoy it while it lasts.” Her words were wrapped in a sugary sweetness that left a bitter taste.

Still, I kept quiet for Dad’s sake. After losing Mom ten years ago, I told myself I could endure anything if it made him happy. For a while, I thought I could. But that changed a week before Christmas.

One evening, Dad pulled me aside with a serious expression. He handed me a beautifully wrapped box, shimmering gold foil and a red velvet bow.

“Anna,” he said, “I have something special for you this year.”

My curiosity piqued, I asked, “What is it, Dad?”

He smiled, though his eyes hinted at something unreadable. “It’s a surprise, kiddo. But I need you to promise me something.”

“Okay… what?”

“Don’t open it until Christmas morning,” he said. “Leave it under the tree, and think of me when you see it. I’ll be out of town for work, but I’ll call you first thing. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“I promise,” I said eagerly.

The next morning, Christmas Eve, Dad left for his trip. That night, I placed the gold-wrapped gift under the tree, eager for the morning.

Gift baskets

 

On Christmas morning, I rushed downstairs to open Dad’s gift. But what I saw stopped me in my tracks.

Melanie was crouched in front of the tree, tearing into the gold-wrapped box.

“Melanie!” I exclaimed, my voice trembling. “That’s my gift!”

Without looking up, she said casually, “Oh, Anna, Merry Christmas! Your dad always spoils you. Let’s see if he finally got something useful—something I can use.”

Gift baskets

 

“Stop! Dad said not to open it until morning. Please, it’s mine!”

She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Oh, Anna, you’re such a child. You don’t deserve half the things your dad gives you.”

Before I could stop her, she ripped off the wrapping and opened the box. Her smug smile instantly vanished as she froze.

I stepped closer, my breath caught. Inside was a black velvet ring box and an envelope with Melanie’s name written in Dad’s unmistakable handwriting.
Trembling, she opened the envelope and read aloud:
“Melanie,
If you’re reading this, it means you’ve done exactly what I expected. I overheard your conversation with your sister about taking Anna’s gift for yourself. I thought about confronting you, but I wanted to give you a chance to prove me wrong. Instead, you’ve shown me exactly who you are. You’ve disrespected my daughter for the last time. Consider this my goodbye. Merry Christmas.
– Greg.”

Melanie’s face turned ghostly pale. Her hands shook as she opened the ring box. Inside was the emerald ring my dad had used to propose to her—the one that had belonged to my grandmother, and the one I’d always dreamed of inheriting.

Just then, the front door opened.

“Greg?” Melanie stammered.

“Dad!” I cried.

There he stood, calm and composed, as if he’d been expecting this moment.

“I thought you were on a work trip,” Melanie said, her voice shaking.

“I wasn’t,” Dad replied coolly. “I stayed close to see if you’d make the right choice. Instead, you proved me right.”

“Greg, it’s not what it looks like!” she pleaded.

“It’s exactly what it looks like, Melanie. I trusted you to be my partner and a stepmother to Anna, but you’ve shown nothing but cruelty and greed. Pack your things. You’re leaving today.”

Melanie’s face crumpled as she tried to protest, but Dad was resolute. A few hours later, she was gone, dragging her suitcase out the door.

For the first time in months, the house felt peaceful.

Dad and I spent the rest of the day together, making pancakes, drinking hot chocolate, and watching old Christmas movies. Later, he handed me another gold-wrapped box.

Inside was the same velvet ring box, along with a new letter addressed to me:

“Anna,
You’re the best thing in my life. I hope this Christmas marks a new beginning for us. I love you more than anything.
– Dad.”

Tears filled my eyes as I read his words. “Dad, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make things harder for you.”

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