December 26, 2022
From Ben - Glory I'm writing this while walking through a mall on boxing day. The deals are dangerous and my wallet at risk. I might buy a binder, we'll see, I'm laying low for now... Those office supplies hold real danger to my financial situation. Christmas morning. Alarm goes. Eyes open. I spring out of bed, say my morning prayer (gotta get those priorities straight) then tromp and trounce down the the hall to the study room. With enthusiasm, I start ripping open the Christmas package. I struggle, the tape is taped on good. I attempt to use brute force, I fail. I sprint to the kitchen, find a pair of scissors. I run back to the room, slice and dice the brown paper with precision. I open the package. Letters. Letters from home. Letters from my family. Glory. That's the best description. Few material gifts qualify themselves to the degree that a hand written letter from a loved one does. As I rea...