We had always found Uncle Louwin to be a peculiar fellow, but the Christmas Eve he sent us all gas masks really topped it off.
I tried mine on after noting my initials were carved on the straps. I turned to my parents as they sipped spiked eggnog and they looked like they had seen a ghost. On the inside of the mask a handwritten message said: At the stroke of midnight on Christmas Eve, wear me.
“Take that thing off. I don’t like it,” Uncle Moss grumbled.
“Why?” I cried. “It’s from Uncle Louwin!” No one knew he was secretly my favorite of the uncles.
“Because…it looks too real. I feel like it’s angry with me.”