Tuesday's Child is Full of Grace

Today is my baby bro's birthday, and I am failing

Last week, Christmas officially began when a package from my parents landed on my doorstep. It was the size of a small toaster and packaged so well it could have survived reentry into the Earth’s atmosphere. My mother, ever the holiday enforcer, usually scrawls something like “Don’t open until Christmas!” on the box. But she didn’t, and I did what any s…