I watch with fascination and some apprehension as preparations for yet another Christmas begin. Boxes I know to be filled with glitter and sparkle are lifted down from their resting place in the attic. The accumulated dust of eleven months is brushed away. The old fashioned stand is located and we begin our annual discussion...…

Another Christmas Story worth repeating. Author unknown now, since the story has been around since forever. Still...the Spirit of Christmas shines forth even today. It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years…