There is a Yuletide gift sitting in my inbox, waiting for the archive to open (hopefully, in less than an hour). I see it there. Mocking me. Telling me "I was written for you, but you can't open me, yet."
Wow. Okay, I think I can relate now to what my Christian friends go through seeing packages with their names on them under the tree... to be opened in the morning.
Meanwhile, I wait. And wonder if my recipients* are also waiting. And anticipating.
Hoping they like what I sent!
*I did a pinch-hit, as well as my initial assignment.
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