For six years, SIX YEARS!, I have been patiently waiting at my company’s yearly Christmas party for my moment to shine. I have politely applauded as others have had their raffle ticket numbers called. I have given the obligatory words of encouragement to my cube neighbor as they walk away with their new prized possessions. I’ve pretended to congratulate winners on their triumphant gift card or tin of cookies that I secretly covet. But this Christmas, the years of waiting finally paid off. This year, the prize of choice was a basket full of chocolate. If ever I needed to win, this was the year.