Tis the season. It’s the thought that counts. That saying is never more true than when I take scissors in hand and proceed to crinkle, crankle and slash decorative Christmas wrap to shreds. In that condition the wrap never seems to securly cover a present. Eight or nine strips of Scotch tape helps shape up my offering by 20 or 30% improvement but it often still resembles an item kids played “kick the can” with for a day or two. Just remember that it is the thought that counts.
Any present that I wrapped for you can be located in a hiding position anywhere from 5 to 10 yards BEHIND the Christmas Tree. GPS locators generally not needed to find said present. Just think, “location that does not spoil beautiful setting”. Sadly, practice does not make better much less perfect. Because of age remedial training will not improve my wrapping skills.
I lay all of my paper cutting deficiencies at the feet of a certain unnamed Kindergarten teacher. Unnamed not out of respect but only because computer access now has names of first teachers, dates and favorite toys stored as iron clad security codes. I can still see Miss F’s face of wonderment as I tried to cut a straight line on colored paper that I sensed was ten-fold thicker than the paper given to my classmates. Paper given me to cut circles was even worse; the thickness of a pizza crust. Lest you think of Papa as paranoid I will not chronicle the perfectly round edged scissors assigned to me.
I rank package wrapping right up there next to plastic wrap package opening. Has it ever occurred to these brainiacs in the field to sell wrapping paper in sheets that match gift box sizes? 8″ x 10″ inches etc. They can do it with lumber. Not that hard. Otherwise one must go to extremes to wrap a gift. For example a certain young woman I dated in my youth had worked at a depatment store and she was an artist with wrapping paper. She liked doing warpping. Loved it. That was a solution to lean on of course but a life time commitment was a stretch. She didn’t have other attributes that made any top 50 list.
So, I continue my fumbling ways. I can’t remember the last time a store offered to wrap a gift. It’s difficult to remember being in a store now that I think on it. However, rest assured that thought and feelings are attached to any gift I hide for you to find. Merry Christmas!