The saga of gift wrapping
By By Leada Gore, Editor
It was late in the evening and Greg and I were up to our elbows in wrapping paper.
We had just gotten Sutton to sleep and were tackling the pile of presents that needed to be wrapped.
I had enlisted Greg’s help as a last resort. He doesn’t like wrapping presents and it takes a bit of encouragement to get him to join in the process. I equipped him so he couldn’t say no, arming him with his own scissors, tape, wrapping paper and labels.
We wrapped and wrapped, me opting to stay rather quiet so I didn’t upset the delicate balance of present wrapping.
I explained who the recipient was and told Greg, nicely of course, that it didn’t matter who it was it still had to be wrapped.
Then it was my turn.
And that’s what I did, reasoning that we were now purchasing Christmas presents for people whose names we can’t spell.
We continued to wrap.
I didn’t try to explain. I just kept wrapping.
After Greg finished the “just in case” presents, I decided to give him a reprieve.
Greg smiled. He looked relieved not to have to wrap any more.
I think he has a point.
Merry Christmas.
