When it comes to gifts, I want to be surprised. So much so, that I intentionally wipe my mind clear of any request or suggestion I may have made related to the holidays, and I refuse to even guess what this package or that might hold. (Of course there are exceptions-- I'm talking to you, record albums and books, but even then, one can never be sure of the title until the paper has been gleefully torn off.)
My policy even extends to our Christmas decorations-- I am delighted every time I open the box and start pulling them out. Each one is a perfect, oxymoronic, familiar surprise.
And this year, I also found a little note when I opened the merry red and green container.
Dear Heidi and Tracey,
it read in my handwriting,
Merry Christmas! Remember to pull out all the ornament layers this year before you start.
I have no recollection of writing it, but it was excellent advice! (And Merry Christmas to you, too, Tracey of 2016! I know your holiday was very happy.)
My policy even extends to our Christmas decorations-- I am delighted every time I open the box and start pulling them out. Each one is a perfect, oxymoronic, familiar surprise.
And this year, I also found a little note when I opened the merry red and green container.
Dear Heidi and Tracey,
it read in my handwriting,
Merry Christmas! Remember to pull out all the ornament layers this year before you start.
I have no recollection of writing it, but it was excellent advice! (And Merry Christmas to you, too, Tracey of 2016! I know your holiday was very happy.)
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