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 or so.

It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas -- oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it -- overspending… the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for grandma -- the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else.

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