Tonight I was watching various holiday movies as I sat wrapping Christmas gifts, surrounded by a confusion of rolls of bright paper and shiny ribbons, and constantly losing the scissors...Holiday Inn, Desk Set, A Christmas Story...
The Christmas tree this year is a good
one, and glows warmly in front of the window, smelling great and looking
fabulous with all my favorite old-time glass ornaments hanging from it.
My six year old daughter was sitting under my table, playing with the
scraps of paper and bits of ribbon as they floated down, wrapping her
own 'presents'--small plastic animals, dinosaurs, little toys. She does
this very carefully and with serious intent, so I help her by showing
her how to tear off a strip of tape so it doesn't ball up and letting
her choose which gift tags to use. As she works, from under the table I
hear her quietly singing "The First Noel"--except she has changed the
words, in the way we all do with misheard lyrics. It is now "Oh well,
oh well, oh well, oh well..."
Forget loud, fancy parties. These are truly the moments to savor.
Life is good...