All Wrapped Up

I am not a big fan of wrapping gifts. So when Christmas comes around, you can understand my apprehension. The fact that we use paper to wrap something just so someone else can rip it off is a bit further than I wish to go. Unfortunately, I am alone in this household when it comes to this point of view.

Today, I sent the wife out with all the kids except Dan to the movie to see Charlotte's Web. Dan and I sat in front of the TV watching to Bears narrowly beat the Lions and wrapped until I have wrapping elbow. After destroying my wife prized tape dispenser and going through two other rolls of tape and not so much paper, I think I have finished my wrapping.

Tomorrow, as they sit there and tear the two rolls of tape off of the two shoe boxes, I will smile because I accomplished the wrapping job I set out to do. Yes, it may take a cutting torch to break the box free of the tape boundary, but the small tears in the paper because the paper is too weak for the sharp corners will not peak through. I wish I could use duct tape but was strictly warned against that because of what happened to the kids that one year. They healed.

This brings me to my point (as I almost always have one). When exactly did the Christmas decorating become a competition? There are houses in my area that are decked beyond belief. Airplanes have made wrong turns because the driveways are brighter than the airport lighting.

If the wise men even tried to guide themselves by the North Star, they would need to be anywhere but suburbia. The light pollution is bright enough that you can walk in a dark alley and see people's face from a block away. Seeing stars is impossible.

Knowing all of this...what are my plans tonight? We are putting everyone in the car with a hot cocoa and cruising the neighborhoods to look at the lights. Hypocrite? Maybe...but aren't the lights pretty?

Did you know...

Every year, the North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD) tracks Santa as he makes his rounds across the globe. LINK

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