Due to the fact most of us travel and have limited space for storing large gag gifts in our residences, we have gone for "you-had-to-have-this" gifts.
This year my older sister was super excited.
As I slowly opened the gift I did the obligatory squeeze and shake to see if I could figure out what it was.
A stocking?
A toy for the cats?
And then it clicked.
Ah dang, I just got a pancreas for Christmas!
My sister walked by a big bin filled with guts and feverishly searched for a pancreas.
Most people may have laughed (which I did) and thanked her (which I did), but then I had a moment.
I was holding my very own pancreas. An item which I had prayed for (well, okay, it wasn't exactly what I had prayed for).
I sighed. And smiled.
Then, I put it on top of the 4 packages of Canadian-made cakes and chocolate my Dad got me.
Ha. Chew on that diabetes.
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(you can get your very own guts for you or a friend at iheartguts.com - Enjoy!)
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