Dear Man Who Raised Your Eyebrows At Me,

You looked at my two large bags, loaded to the brim.
            Truly, they were heavy.  

You raised your eyebrows at me as much to say, "you gotta lotta stuff, Lady.  Really?"

I DID have a lotta stuff.  I got a lotta PEOPLE.  If you take all the stuff and divide it by the people, it's peanuts, really.  

I don't have to buy my people things.  Or give them things.  I do it because I want to.  I love them.  I love to see a delighted smile when they receive something they didn't expect, they really needed, or something frivolous that they would never buy for themselves.  

But really, sir.  It's not even that.  I was given a gift, you see.  A gift that fills my heart to the absolute brim.  I was given the Baby.  He is, really and truly, more than my poor heart can hold.  

And what I can't hold in my heart, I must give to others.
 My time, my talent, my treasure.  

And, imperfect as any gift I give is compared to Him, it is my little sign of all that I have, running over.

My tank is full, sir.  

My bags are full because my home is full,
my tank is full, my heart is full.  

Thought you might like to know, 

Love, Bonnie