Gifts come in all sizes...

I was flipping through this month's issue of Reader's Digest, and there's a full page listing the worst gifts ever received.  Among them:  a toilet seat, a membership to a weight loss program, a mini-kini for a 250 pound man, the same gift that person gave to the giver the year before, a sweater someone had worn and stained, and notice of a contribution to a charity the person didn't support.

Although we are supposed to adhere to "it is best to give than to receive," I think we all pretty much feel a tad disappointed if we get nothing or open a gift that clearly indicates no thought was given to receiver. 

As an author, I'm finding some of my gifts don't come in boxes--wrapped or not.  As evidenced by the amazing list of authors who frequent my blog, I am totally blessed with good friends and good spirit.  The recent tragedy suffered by a fellow author pulled everyone even closer as offers for prayers went up all over the world.  Through the Internet, we can knock on doors and ask for help, and it seems it's always cheerfully given.  We've created a Christmas miracle with our prayers and healing vibes.  What greater gift can we give?

I don't think most people understand the love and affection shared by people who have never met one another.  I know I wouldn't have if I hadn't become an author and met and adopted all my writing sisters and brothers.  There's a connection there that no one can describe.  I thank everyone who is part of my connection.  Without you, my world would be a lonely place.