Call me crazy.

The past Christmas I went to Serra Bowl and played the crane game. Won a ton of stuff. One of the things I won was a stuffed bear with a Christmas hat and holding a large present with a smaller one on top of it. I feel bad for him. Because he is obviously carrying them so that he may bring them somewhere and give them to someone. But they're stitched to his hands and he can't let go. He wants to give them away but he can't because his hands are tied.

I understand what he's going through and so he's my new companion. I slept next to him last night and I shall do so again tonight.

Call me crazy, but I sympathize with a stuffed animal.