I feel like now is the time you would be asking me to guess the present you got me. I remember how you always tricked me and put my gift in odd sized boxes, wrapped in tape and lights and all sorts of strange shapes, in order to throw me off the trail. More often than not, you got me something highly personal that I could enjoy again and again, such as music or a book. You always chose something I hadn't specifically asked for, but would always enjoy, opening up my eyes to exploring new things while showing an uncanny understanding of what made me tick. And yet, you always kept it light and fun. I will keep it fun in your honor and memory. Merry Christmas, Brother. Cheers.