Since I was a kid I’ve been receiving Christmas gifts from someone named ‘Uncle Gabe’, it’s always been a mystery to me and my family because I have no uncle that goes by that name. The presents aren’t anything sinister or nefarious; it’s just a normal gift than anyone would receive. It first happened when I was about 8 years old, there we were; me and my family sitting around the Christmas tree early in the morning, everyone all to eager to unravel their gifts. Nothing was out of the ordinary, me and my brothers received the usual, presents from each other and of course our parents. Envelopes passed out to each one of us with money inside a special treat given to us by our grandparents. By this point we were all playing with our new items thinking our annual ceremony was over but that’s when my brother Peter pointed out the extra gift, it was shoved behind the back of the tree. We all turned to see what my little brother was pointing out and sure enough there was indeed one more gift, me and my brothers looked at each other, all pondering the premise of who the gift was for. I remember my mother jabbing my dad in his side asking with befuddlement of where it came from, my father had no answers and he displayed as much bewilderment as the rest of us. My father approached cautiously and reached his arm underneath the tree, he pulled out the gift it being a medium size rectangular box. My father gestured to my mom for her to hand…
