My friend finally received the Christmas gift I sent him.

My buddy finally got the Christmas present I sent him—a lovely sweater adorned with the most ridiculous reindeer you’ve ever seen. It was a bright red number, complete with pom-pom antlers and a nose that glowed. Unfortunately, it took him until mid-February to open it, as he mistook the package for a doorstop. I mean, who hasn’t mislaid a present for two months, right?

What’s funny is that when he finally wore it to our next get-together, he strutted in like he just got off the North Pole express, proudly announcing he was “the life of the winter party.” Meanwhile, the rest of us were just trying to hold in our laughter while he talked up his “stylish” reindeer ensemble. I guess it’s true what they say: it’s not the gift but the timing that makes it special!