Say my name.

He didn’t pay for you not to know his name.

No he’s not the kind of guy who picks up the bill anonymously,
because you see you only get this kind of coverage when you know that he sprinted to save the guy who said “Can you hear me now?”.

He didn’t pay for you not to know his name because he knew he wasn’t simply an anonymous donor in the lives of millions,
but a righteous father in the eternities of children.

Like Daddy Warbucks who waged war on your crutch and paid in full little orphan Annie’s present, future, and past mess ups.

He didn’t pay for you not to know his name because he knew the most valuable gifts matter because of the “To”s and the “From”s…because you needed to know someone else with a name knew yours now and who you’ll become.

He knew you needed to know that in your midnight days
the only thing that might get you through is a shiny gift tag reminding you of the one who gave.

He didn’t pay for you not to know his name.

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