I still have yet to wrap presents that are going to be unwrapped tomorrow.
That sentence alone feels like a confession. Not a scandalous one, just the quiet kind you admit to yourself while staring at a roll of wrapping paper that has not moved in three days. The gifts are bought. They are hidden well enough. They are absolutely, undeniably not wrapped.
There is something oddly fitting about it. All season long we talk about preparation, planning, doing things ahead of time. Advent calendars count down the days. Lists get checked twice. Meanwhile, I am counting hours and telling myself there is still plenty of time, even though tomorrow is already leaning over my shoulder.
Wrapping presents has always felt less like a task and more like a moment. It requires stopping. Sitting down. Paying attention. Folding paper that never quite lines up and taping corners that pretend to cooperate. Maybe that is why it gets delayed. It demands presence, and presence is harder to schedule than a quick online order.
Tomorrow, the paper will be torn away in seconds. Tape will give up immediately. Bows will be tossed aside without a second thought. All that effort, gone in a flash. And yet, that fleeting moment is the point. The wrapping is not for efficiency. It is for anticipation.
So yes, the presents are still bare this morning. The scissors are still in the drawer. The tape is still on the shelf. But there is comfort in knowing that even last minute care still counts as care. Tomorrow will come whether the gifts are wrapped or not. I will get it done, probably later than planned, probably with crooked edges and too much tape.
And that is fine. Some traditions are perfectly imperfect, especially the ones finished just in time.
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