Wednesday, December 21, 2011


Yesterday, I went into a store that specialized in chocolate.

Talk about dying and going to heaven!

Shelf after shelf, row after row, box after box incorporating what any self-respecting addict might crave.

It wasn't cheap. These were hand-made chocolates using what I hope was an honest, no-fillers chocolate.

I wanted to buy small Christmas presents and I did. Only later did it occur to me that the gorging on Christmas presents at this time of year really is improved in my mind when the gift that is given has a built-in disappearing mechanism. The chocolates will be eaten. The flowers will wilt away.

A present that self-destructs, so to speak, is a much-improved gift in my mind.

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