The Magic Shop of Creation

A vortex of tiny gift-wrapped boxes floats in a swirl of pixie light above a counter in a shop where a man stands polishing ... well, something.

It's clear you have to choose one of the gifts, but which one? Are they all good? What if you choose a bad one? Is there an exchange policy?

Wait. Is this all a dream? Oh, wouldn't he like to know.

Then he hears the words. From a tiny girl. In the palm of his hand. On the merry-go-round. Just two words. He can't not react. But how? What can he do?