I don’t mind wrapping gifts – really I don’t – but when you multiply that by four and ever-so-more, it’s a time-consuming effort at the very least. That is when it becomes an art.
When T and K were about fifteen I finally figured it out. You see, they were at the age of really wanting no more than clothes for gifts – store bought clothes – but that’s another story. It was before cell phones, laptop computers, and any electronic gadgets except for maybe Pac Man, were at the top of their wish lists because of the fact they had not yet been invented.
So clothes it would be. I figured that if I wrapped everything separate they would assume they were getting more. A pair of pants with a sweater to match turned into two gifts. Jeans and a t-shirt were two more. Inexpensive jewelry from Claire’s would fit in a stocking. It could go on and on.
With Amie three years younger and Jessie seven years younger than her I found I now had a bigger problem. Of course the gifts had to be even-Steven count wise. They would know – even the youngest could count.
That’s a whole lotta gift wrapping, not even counting extended family, friends, inlaws and outlaws. So I took it to the next level.
I then had my brainstorm moment! I gathered all the gifts for the kids in one room with paper and scissors, tape and bows. I boxed them all up, taped tightly shut, and labeled each gift box with a name. I then made out a gift card for each box.
That’s when the fun began. I had T and K wrap all those presents for themselves and their sisters and add the gift cards to each never knowing what was in each box. I figured there would not be much grumbling with having to do a bit of work because of the kind of work that was being done and I was right! There was a lot of guessing between them though.
That was the year I learned how not to wrap gifts!