A few minutes ago, the doorbell rang downstairs and Maw opened the door to the USPS guy, who was just leaving.
He said: `There’s a package for you.`
She replied: `Thank you.`
I came running downstairs and knew what it was and asked: `Is it for for me?`
Maw asked: `Who’s it is from?`
I simply said: `It’s someone from L.A.`
She inquired again: `Is he your boyfriend?`
A hand written note on the side of the package reads:

I have placed my first present of the Christmas season underneath our 4.5 feet tall tree, which is located atop a side table and immediately to the right of the front door. I was really hoping for a TIN FOIL HAT to block out waves into my brain. But it’s okay.
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