In a box

Twenty points to Mom for sending a little bit of Christmas in a box.

Packages from Grandma are always one part tangible love, one part magic. The contents prove you know your grandkids well:

--purple glue sticks and boxes of fresh, pointy crayons for children who are forever crafting paper kingdoms from cerebral blueprints

--cups of chocolate pudding for their inherited sweet tooth

--clear sacks of those gummy treats for which Elle has an incurable fetish

all packed up tight in a flat rate box, delivered in the full-bloomed heat of mid-summer.

Grazie.