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This year, there was a present under the tree with the label: “To Megan, From Bobby*, Always remember there are lots of ways to be happy.”

I haven’t heard from Bobby in years. He’s kind of a mysterious guy. My dad calls him “special.” Bobby used to send me odd presents in the mail when I was in college, and over the past 8 years I’ve received the occasional letter from him, but I sort of figured he’d forgotten about me.

Inside his Christmas package addressed to me I found a handful of short popsicle sticks, all with a different smiley face drawn on one end. I made this little video to document them for posterity.

*I have a rather large hunch “Bobby” is “my dad.”