I reached for the last present under the tree.
It was wrapped with a sheet of of brown paper and tied conventionally with a cliché of a red ribbon--at least the bow was nice.
But no matter.
I shook the enigmatic box, guessing what was inside before I tore it open with glee, like all the other children in the room who were now playing with their toy cars and dolls.
Clunk, clunk, clunk
I flipped the gift over, finding a tail of the bow to gracefully untie the decorative knot.
Upon finding the tail I was searching for, I discovered a tag.
I read it. I read it again.
I squinted my eyes and read it. I squinted my eyes once more and read it again.
The present was not for me.
Created: Aug 09, 2012jkflipflop Document Media