August 29, 2025: The Smallest Surprise

The best Christmas gift.

At 13 years old, I found a jewelry-sized box under the tree with my name on it. My dad told me it was my “big” present, which drove me crazy trying to guess.

He confirmed it wasn’t money, and not a ring or necklace. His hints only deepened the mystery.

When Christmas morning finally arrived, I had to wait until the end to open the surprise. And inside the box, nestled on satin lining, rested a tiny key.

I stared at my dad, confused. Then with a grin, he motioned to his bedroom.

Racing through the doorway, my eyes landed on a brown container waiting on his bed. I recognized the shape instantly.

The case for a Bach Stradivarius trumpet.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. My dad even had my name engraved near the handle.

For four years, I had played on a cheap beginner model, but all that changed in one amazing moment. Inserting the key, I unlocked the latches and a silver Bach Strad gleamed back at me like the sun. Every serious player had one.

And man, did I use that horn. I performed in jazz bands, orchestras, marching bands, church services, musicals, and Boy Scout camps. High school, college, grad school. Even made a little money along the way.

Today, I don’t play often but the instrument still sits in my closet, a constant reminder of a father’s belief. Who knows? I may make a musical comeback.

Sometimes the best gifts come in the smallest packages.