There is an ad on TV showing a wife receiving a box of Kleenex and a brown paper bag from her husband as Christmas gifts. They were certainly the gifts of a big spender! Then he takes his wife to the front window of the house and shows her the two matching convertible sports cars in the driveway. One for her. One for him. He hands her the Kleenex because she has tears of joy. He hands her the brown paper bag to breath into because she is hyperventilating and then she faints. The punchline of course is "priceless".
My bride mysteriously left for the store yesterday. She needed to pick up some miscellaneous items for Christmas. Strange. I couldn't believe we needed anything. I looked in the garage and the Saab (my chariot) was gone. She never takes the Saab. I knew it. She was headed for the local auto dealership to pick up the new car (she knows which one I'd like). I looked for Kleenex just in case I'd need it for the tears. I found a brown paper bag to handle any possible hyperventilation. Then I waited for her to come home fearing I'd pass out when I saw the new car. Mom got home and came into the living room and said she needed help with the soda and groceries. Sure she needed help! I knew better! I had to act like I didn't know what was going on! You should have seen my face as I hauled in the soda and groceries from the salt stained Saab into the house. Priceless!
Isn't it interesting the fantasy that Christmas brings. It is like Dominic seeing Santa in the night sky. Anything is possible. What a marvelous feeling.
So on this Christmas morning, far be it for be to destroy the illusion. In this life any thing is possible. Enjoy the dreams of the day!
Love,
Your Dad