When I was a kid and it came time for the “oldies” to open their presents I was always amazed by the fuss they would make about the wrapping paper.
They
would first admire it then they would caress it tenderly and then they would
gingerly begin to unwrap the gift.
Once
unwrapped they would first set aside the gift while they carefully folded the
wrapping paper so it could be used again the following year then they would
examine the gift.
This
ritual would be repeated with each subsequent present and would be performed by
all.
I
can only think that this was as a result of having been through the hard times.
The
depression of the thirties, the shortages of the war years and the austerity of
the fifties.
My
mum would go through the whole ritual and would carefully tuck her pile of
wrapping paper, Bows and ribbons away in the sideboard draw “Ready for next
year”.
Come
the next year and the fabulous treasures which had been so thoughtfully
secreted away were nowhere to be seen only new wrapping paper, Bows and
ribbons.
So
I think to myself sanity has been restored this year it will be about the
presents not what they were wrapped in.
But
no, on Christmas day it’s the same thing all over again.
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