By the end there was glitter everywhere. Mostly green with flecks of red mixed in. Very Christmassy. The seemingly endless buildup to the big day had suddenly ended. And all of the carefully wrapped gifts were now revealed. And the wrapping paper destroyed.
The story of my own wrapping prowess has already been told. But those around me, they are much better at this holiday festivity. And the gifts which I received were each a masterpiece of adornment.
Sharp and tight corners. Invisible tape. Packages placed carefully in boxes which were actually appropriately sized. Several of the gifts I gave called for several phases of discovery. A tiny bag had a note inside that said, “ask for the basketball.” It wasn’t a basketball at all. But it was big and round. A globe of the Earth. For you youngsters, you can look up the word globe in your online dictionary. Another tiny paper bag had a message asking the recipient to, “ask for the scooter.” I ride a scooter, but not like this. It had wheels, but less than two inches in diameter. It was a rolling stand to place a big heavy potted plant on. Handmade.
By reading the discarded tags which identified the giver and receiver of each gift, any observer would say that I personally did not give a single gift. But there were things from people like Dew Drop, Popeye, Amelia, Kung Fu and Gung Ho. Each moniker providing some small clue as to the contents of the package. Sometimes the connection between the gift and the name is only fully revealed after the present is opened. My family is used to this silliness. And I think would be disappointed with a gift form “Dad.”
On the floor lay shreds of colored paper, balled up remnants, piles of old ribbons and bows and little do-dads used to enhance the outside of the gifts. I was told that I had to throw it all away this year. Start anew with my collection of used wrapping ribbons.
And, there was what seemed like it must have been miles of scotch tape. I use tape very sparingly. And that’s why my packages are lumpy and dumpy looking. My sister prefers to use enough tape to seal the entirety of every seam on the package. And sometimes with double coverage. I think she learned this from my mother who was an awesome present wrapper. But my sister also wrapped gifts for a living for many years. All of the tape makes the gift look fabulous, but also makes them harder to get into. And impossible to unwrap with out tearing the crap out of the paper.
So I’ll gather up all of the paper and stuff it in sacks to haul off to the recycling place. I’ll sneak one or two cool boxes into the basement to save for next year. And I’ll bury a few spectacular bows and ribbons into a secret hiding place for the future.
It’s been greatly anticipated. For a long, long time. And much has gone into making this Christmas the greatest ever. But now suddenly it’s over. And we settle in for the reality of Winter. But guess what? Its only 365 days until Christmas!!!
That’s part of my story. What’s yours?