I figured if I started Monday, I would have a fighting chance at having everything wrapped and ready to present by Sunday morning regardless of whether I was knocked out for 24 hours sometime between ribbon and yarn.

My eyes are sore from the stripes and patterns of bold, graphic printed paper.

Paper tunnel syndrome has set in.

I knew it was time to quit when I had to say aloud, “Hanna, book,” repeatedly as I wrapped or I would forget what I had just finished wrapping and most definitely who it was for.

I threw in the scissors when I had to unwrap and re-wrap a Tangled doll for Ellie, the second time paying close attention to what was behind the flashy paper only to discover when collecting everything to hide back in an undisclosed location that I had written the following on the box.

“Merry Christmas Rapunzel,

Love Ellie.”