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I’ve Succumbed

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I am the worst present-wrapper in the world. Ever.

My squares, at best, look like rectangles and at worst like dodecahedrons. (I counted today…definitely 12 sides for that picture frame). My circles look like stacks of saltines, beaten for soup.

Yeah, I think you get the idea.

But I was humming. Humming! Me, the anti-gift person, humming while I did my anti-wrapping.

Joy like this just couldn’t be contained. “Guess what I’m doing!” I called Sherry. She answered the phone, and I’m pretty sure I squeaked in excitement. “I’m wrapping your present! Na-na-na-na!” Her shock that I had gone shopping was almost tangible through the phone.

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semester break

Loving Presents

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I had set my alarm for early. I had plans, you see. Big plans. Gigantic plans.

Plans that involved hair cuts and glasses repairs and, God help me, maybe even starting some Christmas shopping.

Even I can’t quite consider finding a gift for an anonymous person having started Christmas shopping.

Buying gifts, for me, is a lot like writing papers. Despite my revulsion for shopping in general, I get excited when I have the time and the energy to really search for important gifts, meaningful gifts. I like things that reflect both the giver (me) and the recipient (whoever) in every gift I buy. Perhaps it’s selfishness on my part, but I like the idea of someone knowing, beyond a shadow of a doubt, who gave them their gift. I don’t want mine to be lost in a sea of impersonal presents. I just can’t do it well when I have a billion at once.

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