Mine is Elliot. In early December a gift was left for me; tucked between our house doors. Santa on a bike was my present; no name or card. A feeler put out and thanks expressed on Facebook and my benefactor confessed. Yesterday I heard the rest of the story.
Her dad, now passed six years, owned a stationary store. When it was closing she helped clean up and clear out merchandise. This December she came across a bin in the back of a closet. Inside was a stash of ornaments. Delighted she wrapped and distributed them.
Her dad's name? You guessed it Elliot. I will remember you.