Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for December 26, 1999

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A visit from St. Cynic. Tis the day after Christmas and all through the house, there's not a gift that's worth keeping, like this stupid pink blouse. My hopes were held high then quickly squashed flat, with the usual box of undies from my aunt...and her cat. "Christmas is stupid!" Is what I then said. Making both of my parents to see 3 shades of red. So what's the big deal? I got nothing I wanted. Nothing to lord over my friends, nothing to be envied of flaunted. From my family's disgust there rose such a clatter, that I went back to bed, 'cuz it just didn't matter. Then in the twilight between awake and asleep, a vision appeared causing a new quantum leap. What could this be over my sleep deprived eyes? A conscience it was...now that's a surprise! "Get your priorities straight and your heart will take flight." Deep down in my soul I knew she was right. I awoke with my heart overflowing with joy no longer did I care about a silly new toy. So coming full circle and with absence of hate, I gave all that underwear to my kid sister, Kate. I put the rest of my gifts with a heart pure as honey, to be auctioned on e-bay and make some real money!