The strangest thing happened this starlit night before Christmas:
Tucked neatly beneath a branch in my love and peace-adorned tree, I spied the tiniest treasure. Its silver wrapping reflected my anxious heart. There I was, bent carefully around those rough corners and bound loosely to the treasure with red ribbon. There was no tag to tell me who it was from. I shook the little treasure, oh so carefully, and easily discovered the contents. Tell me; what is your little pinkie doing under my Christmas tree and how did it get there?