NEW RELEASES
More Scrooge, Less Tiny Tim
Who would like to come over and wrap my presents for me? Usually this is one of my favorite tasks, but over the last several years my passion for it has dwindled. I have always enjoyed the precision of gift wrapping. I like aligning the paper so that the pattern meets up just right. I savor tucking tissue paper into a box and giving it a precision fold to fit the dimensions exactly. I take delight in a crisply folded corner that closes just so. I appreciate a finely crafted bow out of brightly colored ribbon.
However, when you wrap presents with short people “helping” what you get is a hunk of wrinkled paper wadded around a box with 57 pieces of jacked up scotch tape placed randomly around the outside and a stick on bow that will last 13.9 seconds under the tree.
And I feel like such a heel, because all they really want to do is help. But, God perserve me (the God who invented foil paper and wired ribbon) I just want to make my masterpieces by myself. Is that too much to ask?
If I promise not to get frustrated when they want to “help” make cookies, can I have this one little thing to myself?
I would LOVE to come over and wrap presents for you! I miss it dearly, and this year there will be precious few for me to wrap. I would also have been delighted to decorate your tree, had I only known. Our place is too, too small for any tree at all. In 57 Christmases, this may be my first time without a tree.