Wrapping gifts is my slow living metaphor this season.
I will not be hurried.
I appreciate every crease of the paper. Every fluff of tissue. Every knot in the twine.
You deserve my best effort.
Believe me when I tell you I am loving deeply with every slide of the scissors and yank of tape. Smooth. Tuck. Fold. Trim when necessary. Match the stripes.
Never one for flashy, the wraps have been simple – my pace, deliberate.
George Winston on the piano. Candles. Some sparkle from the tree and a cup of tea.
I tie the soft, white, cotton string or twist the red and white baker’s twine round and round to bundle my love, all my very best intentions and maybe a few regrets.
But my hands reach, outstretched to you – – a big box full of hope. And my heart.
Christmas comes tomorrow.
You … you are my gift, all year.