This is not a story... But a poem that Gerard himself said in his smooth velvety voice...
So many gifts under the tree
Needful things and passing whims and fleeting bits of luxury
There they wait for to surprise some eagerly awaiting eyes
But at that very moment time starts sounting down to their demise
For every dearest darling prize will hear that chilling thrilling chime
And become unwanted toys for everything must break in time
All will end up in a cave, a landfill, or a shallow grave.
The earth will take what she can take and wretch the rest up in a wave
Poisoned, is the earth for years from all the trinkets we held dear
So spare this holiday
Give love and friendship
Hope and cheer
Things one needn't wrap my dears.