Claxons blare and a red siren’s red light circles the room in earnest. The service dispatcher runs to the monitor, checks the screen, and says “Oh, my!” He picks up his microphone, depresses the button, and broadcasts, “We have a Christmas emergency over on Clayton Street. We still have a few hours before Christmas. Do I have a host that can run over there immediately?”
“What’s the nature of the emergency?” answers back an idle host.
“An old man writing down the ROI of his Christmas gifts.”
“Oh, my! What’s wrong with all these old men? I got this. I’m on my way. What’s his twenty?”Continue reading “The Gift of Giving”