I have a Holiday Time of Year confession.  I really like wrapping gifts, but I’m afraid that it has less to do with the whole giving thing than that sense of accomplishment and completion that I feel, when staring at a pile of neatly wrapped bundles of Holiday cheer.

There I feel better that I got that off my chest.  Okay, one other thing to confess.  In the previous paragraph I took great pleasure in writing a really long run-on sentence.  At one point, I was even intentionally trying to make it longer.  So there you have it, I give gifts in part because of the selfish pleasure of a job well done and I write run-on sentences just because I can and it makes me feel sort of naughty.  Oh boy, that is gonna be one large lump of wrapped literary coal in this year’s stocking.