It Felt Like ChristmasAs The Muppet Christmas Carol says, it feels like Christmas "in the giving of a gift to another." I saw these t-shirts and had to buy them for my brothers. They weren't expecting it, because we don't usually get each other presents, especially when money is tight. The best part was their laughter over the bonuses: a poem for one and a very short story for the other, both about the trials I endured in the search for their gifts.
A great shirt I wanted
So a journey was started
Almost as soon as it began
With a knight who is dark
But Christmas is near
Would it give my brother cheer?
The game of chess he doesn't play
And the color is wrong, light grey
Screw that, mine it will be
If something better he sees
And merry will be the day
[And the Story Continues]
Then it dawned on me. I can't get one brother a Christmas present and leave the other with nothing, not again. So this arduous undertaking was once more...undertook.
For days I slogged through the darkest corners of a room filled with Webs of a sort that would terrify even the most stout-hearted of men. At turns I hacked and other turns slashed through the dense underbrush until I stumbled across a treasure that I was determined to keep.
But the sentry stationed there, the Geek of Thinking, asked of me, "Is this a gift?" And then my senses returned and I resolved to ne'er again be so selfishly tempted...at least for a small while.
And merrily we rejoice and be glad.