Gloria in excelsis Deo

It is for Him, this thing called Christmas. I wonder if I could ever give back to Him what He has given me. That is hardly likely.  

I am a clown. All the world, as we know it, shall disappear. I want to be able to give back to Him this trust I've been given. So, here, from out of the volition, vulgarity and vanity I call my self, it is for Him, I offer this, a present for someone I care for...

I'm hoping she is thrilled. We are all cloaked, are we not, in layers of unreality? This Christmas, I pray, these layers may be removed from us, gently but clearly and forever.