Hidden
When I was a child, my parents often hid my Christmas presents until they could wrap them and placed them under the tree. What they didn’t know is that I was on a mission to find them. Usually, one of the closets held the treasures and I celebrated my findings. The secret was out. All I had to do going forward was to deliver an academy award performance of surprise and delight on Christmas morning which I did. Norman Rockwell probably captured such a scene in one of his works. This got me to thinking. What do I hide? What…