On Christmas Eve the gifts were opened.
"Norm, what do you think of mine?" I baited him.
"Didn't you get my gift yet?" I continued.
He looked about his feet for unopened packages, but found nothing. I knew he would not; the coat was still in my closet.
"Oh! I guess it's still upstairs!" I raced up the steps to retrieve the coat, then decided to put it on and wear it downstairs.
Unable to rid my voice of its smile, I presented him with the coat hanger.
"It's all yours," I said.
Norm looked at the hanger, the coat, at me, at the coat again.
"You're kidding…"
"No!"