Yeah, I know I begin a lot of posts with "Behold." That usually portends sarcasm. And that would apply here.
I have a person in my family who is difficult to buy for. Christmas stymies me. So I decided to break down and order my first-ever edible medley of miscellany from that catalog company we all know as "Larry and Harry." I chose the selection at the left, the "Tower of Sweets," which coincidentally happens to be my husband's nickname for his somewhat tall wife. Just kidding. Although I am kind of boxy.
I've been anticipating the arrival of Jerry and Terry's mouthwatering product, and today it came. But I almost missed it because it was on my front porch by the door, looking for all the world like a box of tissues, only less exciting because the outside box was plain brown.
I thought, "Oh no ... this can't be ... the high rise of confections? ... the monolith of bon bons? ...."
Alas, it was. So here it is, for the purpose of perspective, under the tree and next to a dog who is roughly the size of a squirrel with a glandular problem. The Tower of Sweets is quite the cloud-breaker, isn't it?