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“So,” she said, “what do you think the greatest gift would be?”
“For me peronally, or for the world?” he asked, stirring twenty sugar cubes into his coffee.
“Well, personally, I’d want you to love me. For the world, I guess I would say…uh…”
“Is there a right answer?”
“No, I don’t think so,” she said.
“There are so many things. Do I only get one gift?”
“Yes. Just one.”
“It’s a big question.”
“The biggest,” she agreed.
“What would you pick?”
“An end to all violence. All violence against animals, the planet, and every other living thing.”
He nodded. “Great gift.”
“An end to all suffering.”
She smiled. “Great gift, although the definition of suffering is kind of broad. Do you think either one is possible?”
“No,” he said. “I don’t.”
“I don’t think so either.”
“What about my personal gift?” he asked. “Do you think that might be doable?”
She looked at his coffee, then kissed him on the cheek. “Enjoy your sugar,” she whispered. “I gotta run.”
He watched her walk away, took an envelope out of his backpack, stared at the address, then he tore it in half. “No use asking Santa,” he snickered to himself. “I knew the answer wasn’t love.”