By Lynn R. Mitchell
There was an unexpected box under the Christmas tree this year that, I was surprised to learn, was for me. It was Christmas Day and we had finished opening gifts when my mom reached over for one leftover gift and handed it to me. As we sat in my living room, I opened it while all eyes were on me — my parents, husband, children, sister, brother-in-law, and niece. Mom was all mysterious and mum, so we wondered what it was and where it had come from. She wasn’t saying … just sat there with a big cat-that-swallowed-the-canary grin on her face. I excitedly ripped off the paper to find a fairly large brown box that I quickly opened.