MERRY CHRISTMAS, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS"

It's simply a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the preceding 10 years or so.It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas-oh, not the straight substance of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it-overspending.the frantic running around at the final moment to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma-the gifts given in despair because you couldn't conceive of anything else.