New York City
Stacia has come to hate everything to do with the Christmas holiday season. She feels that no matter what you supposedly celebrate, Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanza even, that all it really amounts to is finding that perfect gift for everyone you know. For her there is no love to the holiday season, only guilt. She begrudgingly accepts the offer to attend a Christmas Eve dinner from a homeless man she frequently shares her lunch with, only to discover that the perfect gift is one that cannot be wrapped.