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You know what always ends up being a last-minute
holiday purchase, for me? Wrapping paper. I just don't think about it --
it's not a necessary element of the gift-giving process as it applies to
simply transferring ownership of a parcel to another person. On birthdays,
other similar gifting occasions, I generally just do the ol' "Surprise!"
maneuver, pulling the unwrapped package from behind my back. If it's really
big I just hide it behind some furniture and point.
Christmas, though, is special. There are different
expectations so far as decoration, presentation, and other aesthetic concerns,
like making sure my packages blend in with the pile of others under my parents'
Christmas tree. Silly concerns, to be sure, but valid in context, and almost
never even considered in any detail until about three days before Christmas...
which it now is.
I suppose I should also mention that I can't
wrap a present worth a crusty hairball. Any gift wrapped by me invariably
ends up using twice the paper and three times the tape as those of other,
more-competent people. In this context, it's possible that putting off buying
wrapping paper is merely an avoidance technique -- although, if we're going
to analyze it that far, we might as well just accept that the whole affair
is a blanket metaphor for failure, and use the saved time to write bad poetry.
All the same, I miss the days when I could
just pay my sister to wrap the darned things.