The seventh thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me....
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I have been known to associate the holiday season with stressed out/go crazy wrapping parties. I have even planned (in previous years) to take a few days off before Christmas because my family or friends will get together wrap everything we have and try to get it to the right place.
My favorite memories are the one's at my mom and step dad's house. It was usually me going out there when Jeremy was working, but once I got there, I walked into a minefield of toys, appliances, gadgets and who knows what else. If Mom didn't hand you a present to wrap, you randomly picked one out of the pile to wrap and tag. The tables were a mess and we usually only had one pair of scissors or pens between the four of use. When we ran out of scotch tape, someone usually pulled out the double sided or duct tape while someone else ran to the store. In the background were the sound of either Christmas music or some holiday special on TV, along with my step brothers yelling at each other or my sister wondering what's for dinner. Then someone yells that we're out of boxes or curses that they cut the wrapping paper too short. Scraps of paper covered the floor and table and usually stuck to your shoes.
The past few years I haven't been able to join in on these parties since I've been working more. And each year the group lessens by one or two people. I'm told this year it is just my mom and step dad wrapping presents at their house, trying to recruit people to come out and join them. If I wasn't sitting at work answering calls about anti-biotics I would gladly head out there just to be part of the madness that has seemed to become so comfortable to me.
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