Our holiday rule was for gifts to be small and homemade in modest or recycled wrapping paper. It made the season so much more fun.
In the soft light of a new day, the brown paper was all the more beautiful for its humbleness.
In our home we had wrapping cloths to reuse year on year, each was decorated and embroidered as a personal Santa's hearth sock might be.
Wrapping paper had to be newspapers with the most outrageous mind-bending headlines you could find - inside had to be something homely and self-made. The more ironic, the bigger the clash, the better.
The wrapping paper for these occasions was part of the fun - and there were rules. It had to be recycled or foraged, never bought. There had to be an original joke written upon it. It had to be held together in some string or ribbon you got for free. Once those requirements were met, you were free to be as creative as you wanted.
The gift was in a simple paper bag and tied with one of the ribbons that usually adorned her hair.
Every birthday and celebration we used the same wrapping paper and string. After all, the gift is what is hidden within.
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