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"Christmas is a-comin' and the geese are getting fat...", so an old nursery rhyme informs me. But it's the packaging that gets me; the annual chore of wrapping! I know I should prepare a couple of months before, but come Christmas, it's then I'm having to wrap them up – that's if I've remembered to purchase them!
Our nation is split between wrappers and non-wrappers. Some people love wrapping presents. Others loathe it -and I'm one of them! In fact, I come from a non-wrapping family. On Christmas morning we kids would awaken to find our pressies unwrapped, lying in a pillow case. It was probably during the war years when paper was at a premium, or else it saved my parents, or their representative – Santa Claus – an awful lot of trouble and expense.
This tendency, unfortunately, wasn't passed down in the genes. My own offspring are a dedicated tribe of wrappers. If it isn't wrapped it isn't a present – well, that's their motto... and remains so to this day.
I suppose it's nicer to get a present elegantly parcelled up than one still in its department store bag with the price tag adhering to it. But there are drawbacks. A professionally gift-wrapped, holly-decked package, that turns out to contain only soap, can be a bit of a let-down!
I know I can make a dog's dinner of wrapping even a book, but my problem is finding the sellotape. What I prefer is to delegate the job, getting someone else to handle the scissors, gift tags and whatever. Can you oblige?
To crown it all, the gifts are received by those who either rip the wrappings off or by prudent souls of the recycling movement who carefully fold up the discarded wrappings for use on next year's gift orgy! I can't win! So what?
'Happy Christmas!' anyway.
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