Ted and I finished shopping for Christmas gifts, wrapping Christmas gifts, and preparing boxes for shipping Christmas gifts as of last night. Gift Wrap Central is in the basement, where we store gift tags, ribbon, wrapping paper, etc. and have our wedding gift kitchen table as a working surface. It’s a good place to work on projects because, if we don’t finish, we can leave the mess, go upstairs, and continue with our lives.
I’m the chief gift wrap artist in our house, by default, not by choice. I’m not very artistic, but I get the gifts covered in holiday paper and modestly decorated.
It’s always a challenge to find boxes for shipping. As our family grows, we need more and larger boxes. We assess boxes we receive during the year to determine if they will be useful at Christmas or not, which determines if we keep the box or not. We can usually find boxes that match gift sizes. This year, I needed one of the larger boxes from the bottom of the nested pile. As I was putting the mailing label on the box, I noticed it was an old box of Thom’s and I had coincidentally filled it with gifts for Thom’s family.
It looks like this box has been in the basement since Ted snagged it from the NWS office in 1994.
Yessir! Thom (then Tom) clearly marked it as his stuff! Now there’s some new stuff for him and for his family in his old box.
At some point, I clarified which stuff Thom had in the box. David was a doll (or whatever you call the boy version of a doll) he had–complete with “stuff” for David and stuffed animals.
Christmas gifts and memories. . . . Good stuff!