If you were my neighbor, I'd trot up the mountain to an enchanting little bakery, Flat Rock Village Bakery to be exact, where the baker magically combines organic flours, fresh ingredients, and local produce to create scrumptious artisanal breads . . . sourdoughs, baguettes, scones, bagels.
Then I'd look at the day's offerings and think and ponder and ponder and think exactly what you'd like the best.
And I'd finally decide on Three-Cheese-Garlic-Basil because I can smell the basil wafting out of the brick oven. And I know that it's havarti, cheddar, and provolone today . . . melty and delicious inside.
Back home I'd come and wrap up the bread, all steamy and crusty and encircle it with raffia. And then I'd attach a little tag that says "JOY" on it. Because that's what I'm wishing for you on this Christmas Day.
And even the snow falling outside wouldn't keep me from running next door to bring you your gift. And to wish you a sweet Christmas.
And to wish you joy.
For anyone who seeks it.
The best gift.
I've found it.
Merry, merry Christmas!!