I wonder if the Wise Men gave much thought to the gifts they brought to the manger that day. Or if gold, frankinscence and myrrh were the standard gifts given to Kings. Maybe I should know, but I don't. Anyway, to me, Christmas isn't about gifts received. It's about gifts given. The Wise Men brought their gifts, as shown by any good nativity set, adorned in fine layers of gold "wrappings." Fit for a King. It was the best they could bring. The drummer boy had no gift "fit" for a King, so he offered to play and he played his best for Him. This was a gift of no less value than the GF&M. Perhaps of more value as it came from the heart. I guess the obvious one is that God gave His Son to us. Wow. Ok, I wrote the rest of this piece five times and I can't get my fingers to write what I want to say here. So I'll just cut to the chase.

For me, the gift I get at Christmas is the look on the face from those who open the gifts I've given. And as exhausting as it is to be Santa, the pleasure of knowing that I've touched someone by what I've chosen for them is better than any package I could open for myself. Does that make any sense? Am I just being emotional here or should I pop another estrogen tablet?

Merry Christmas, my love to you and this world. May your lives be touched by touching someone else's. And God bless us, every one.

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