You continue on your way, confident in the knowledge that whatever is going to happen, will happen. Eventually, you find what you think will be the perfect gift for “you-know-who”.
Christmas goes as expected. “You-know-who” liked the gift, but by the next year, it was either lost or forgotten.
Christmas comes, and Christmas goes, year after year, each one feeling a little less magical than the previous. That’s life, though. Right?
I wonder whatever happened to that puppy.