Dear Musick:

That kind of loss of sleep--anticipation--is the sweetest and the best loss.

Only it's not my nature to fight anticipation very well. What I do remember is one Christmas Eve night it just about burst me open to think about those packages waiting for the stupid sun to come up. I went into the living room where the tree was, turned on a light, and unwrapped (ever so carefully, pulling away the tape like some kind of crazed Christmas present archaeologist) all of mine and wrapped 'em back, too. Perfection! Holmes would have had trouble sniffing me out. I put those boxes on top of boxes in just the same pattern I'd flashed with my brainy Kodack (Kodac?).

And then back to bed in more excitement thinking how much fun I'd have the next morning playing with everything there.

Ah! It's out! I've confessed! I can finally enjoy Christmas again with a cleansed mind!

Best regards,
Wrapworth