Every year I get excited about Christnas. About buying presents. About receiving presents. Come on, I know everyone says the giving is most important but there is a part of me that loves that whole anticipation of receiving a wrapped up present. That thrilling feeling of not knowing what it is, and wondering what could be underneath that gift wrap. It's hard to put into words. I still sometimes feel like a child though when it comes to receiving presents - it just never gets old for me.
Anyway, speaking of wrapping, every year I also get excited about the idea of WRAPPING my presents. I try to set aside a night to do it. Sometimes wine is involved. Not always, but sometimes. (This year the wrapping night ended up being yesterday and I was too hungover from the Christmas night out to even CONTEMPLATE alcohol of any sort.) I look forward to this night. I plan a "theme" of some sort for my wrapping. Be it a few colours (last year I think it was red and gold, another silver and purple) or a pattern or, in this year's case, just simple brown paper with some pretty pattterned tape to brighten it up and some metallic rosettes. In my head, I am going to produce a perfect pile of beautifully wrapped presents which wouldn't look out of place in the window of a posh department store.
In reality, I have a messy bundle of messily wrapped brown paper parcels, the sides aren't neat, the tape is all over the place. The bows falling off. In the absence of gift tags, I've used the blankness of the brown paper to my advantage . . . . or should I say DISadvantage? . . . by writing the names of the recipients directly onto the parcel using a metallic pen or two. In theory, that also seemed like a good idea. In practice? Not so much.
I think I really need to go on a present wrapping course . . . :(