Christmas means presents, which means I have to obscure these presents so that the sense of disappointment is delayed. I'm not very good at wrapping gifts. It's not like I'm buying things that are irregularly shaped, like bicycles or whole suckling pigs, I'm dealing with boxes. For some reason, I always somehow over-estimate the amount of paper required by a good square foot. OR, I manage to cut a piece of paper that's like a fraction of an inch too small, so it looks like the gift has plumber butt.
I think gift bags are designed for people like me. I'm skilled enough to put something in a bag and then cover it with crushed tissue paper.
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