Well, we finally got our Christmas shopping done. And with a
week to spare! Okay, I’ll admit, this is mostly my wife’s thing but I did help.
A little.
Now comes the wrapping part. This is almost worse than
shopping for me. It’s not that I can’t wrap packages; I used to wrap 15-20
packages every day when I worked at the dental lab. I learned to do it well and
fast. That might be why I don’t really like wrapping now, too much like work.
Or maybe it’s the thin paper as that prevents me from going as fast as I’d
like. Whatever the reason, I usually avoid wrapping gifts. (Although I do end
up doing a few here and there).
Thankfully, my wife comes to my rescue every year. This year
was no different. She informed me tonight that the gift-wrapping is all done.
That was nice to hear, especially since I haven’t wrapped any of them. But they
did look nice, all piled up in the corner.
My wife will also be doing most of the cooking for
Christmas. And since she is a great cook, I of course, will let her. I’ll be
there for moral support though.
I know: I don’t like shopping, avoid wrapping, get out of
cooking, so what exactly do I contribute to this Christmas celebration? Well,
my job comes later. After Christmas. As you may know, I haul garbage for a
living so it only makes sense that I would be in charge of getting rid of the huge
pile of boxes and wrapping paper that a typical Christmas morning produces. All
that pretty paper, that’s no longer so pretty, and all the food that no longer
appears appetizing; it’s up to me to clear it out of the house and take it
away. So, while my job may not be the most esteemed or prestigious—or even
difficult—it is, by far, the trashiest! That’s gotta count for something,
right? ~
