It’s
Christmas for me every morning.
I
could say, perhaps, a birthday each day,
as
I finger the keys of my laptop to see
what
the world has in store for me,
to
electronically unwrap gifted words
and
images you have sent via cyberspace
from
your place in time to mine. And
occasionally,
I find some re-gifted repetition
which
has taken place. That’s okay by me.
I
realize, it is the thought that counts. I shall
in
most cases act surprised at that which
is
presented to me—Oh my, but you are
too
kind. You shouldn’t have, I might say,
making
you feel that you have made my day.
Should
I, however, somehow feel offended
or
dismayed by that which has been placed
in
front of me, I shall smile anyway, and
with
a swift pressing of a key, simply unfriend
or
delete. The gifting of words and images in
the
computer age has been made so easy…
no
return lines to stand in; no receipt required.
Thank
you in advance, and here’s wishing you
and
yours a Merry Christmas (or Birthday) each
and
every day. Hell,
remember those days when
you
had to sit face to face with family or friend
and
pretend you loved the gift of a god-awful tie?
Chris
Hanch 12-21-18
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