The work of a fake daughter never ends.

Edward washed his face, made a few calls and rejoined his family. He had a mysterious smile on his face which made everyone curious about what he was up to.

He sat down and looked at Phoebe. "Sweetheart i know the perfect gift to give to you. I have instructed Alfie to purchase four acres of land near the Salt Lake in your names."

The apple slice which was about to enter Phoebe's mouth fell down thanks to the surprise from her father.

[Santa Claus, father could you be Santa? How do you know exactly what gift to give me? Did you read my mind?]

Edward chuckled at her thoughts and he patted his chest.

"Since you deal in herbs and what not, your grandmother mentioned that you could use your own plantation or gardens. What do you think, dad is like Santa Claus right?"

"Dad, how do you know?" Phoebe blurted out.