“Yeah. I didn’t know how you’d feel about exchanging Christmas presents, so please consider this a gift for the host tonight.”
“So I can open it?” he asked, his green eyes sparkling.
“Sure.”
What I had brought was a platter. I had done it in Christmas red with a green wreath with a white bow in the center. I’d done it so the glass wasn’t solid red, nor was the wreath solid green. On close examination, both looked as if there were thousands of little sparkly red and green pieces in a clear matrix. I thought if he was doing any entertaining during the holiday season, he might enjoy using it.
“Ohmygod, Whitney, this is gorgeous! I didn’t see it when I was in your studio the other day. It’s way too much for the meal I’m giving you.”
“That’s okay, Stu, you’ve given me other things I’m grat
