Each of us is a gift. Some wrapped in shiny paper with bows and tassels….eye-catching, brilliant. Others lie in battered cardboard held together with yellowed tape, luck…and the occasional prayer. Some pristine with perfect corners, others cruelly crushed and awkward angled. The choice may seem obvious…but, be cautious…choose wisely…the perfect package may be filled with nothing but crumpled tissue, while real treasure is disguised by a plain brown wrapper.
That being said, if anyone finds the Spirit of Christmas, can you please give him or her my address..I'm becoming desperate!