Merry Christmas to you, the warmest, funniest, most confusing, strangely loyal, fiercest loving, caring, frustrating, ball of random hormones and other biological matter to roam this bright blue dot that floats through an endless vast nothingness that's on a quest where the destination is unknown.

I don’t know what I can give you that perfectly matches what you want, what you need, what you’re feeling in that exact moment you get this, or how something I said (clearly and logically, in my mind) somehow shapeshifts into something else entirely in yours and screws up the intent of the gift.. But despite all of that, I do know this... I wanted to use the last of Mom’s money for you.... as a thank you from her for taking such good care of her when it mattered, but more importantly, taking care of her son who she knows is flawed person, but is still deserves to be loved as she did.  So please look at it through this lens..

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I want to provide logical material or financial comfort like an Emmart.
I want to show the beauty of nature like a Myers.
I want to try to replicate to you the tough love, sense of family and support of a Walter.
I want to try to replicate to you the stubborn but structured safety and technical curiosity of a Lardizabal.
And most recently, the selfless sacrifice of an Eddy.
But untimely the love of a Michael.

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Merry Christmas to the only gift I truly hope to see under my Christmas tree, if I were a Christmas tree person.

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Daddie
Lover
Friend
Business Partner
Robot
Me

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Let's go shopping!