What kind of gift wrapper are you? That sounds like a future blog post, doesn’t it? The Five Kinds of Gift Wrappers. I might write that post; Coming Christmas 2021. Maybe. Okay, back to business. Dan and I somehow seem to give a lot of gifts, and all the wrapping falls to me. How is that fair? Well okay, not ALL the wrapping falls to me. I don’t wrap my own gifts (from Dan). I draw the line at that.
I’m not real big on wrapping each gift the traditional way. Nope. I am a bag lady. A big bag lady. Love the gift bags, and I reuse them year after year. The bags are pretty and festive. Plus, it’s easy; it’s frugal; it’s good for the environment. But you knew all that, and you likely even use, at least some, gift bags. After all, Dollar Tree is selling all those bags they put out to SOMEBODY.
But do you make your own gift tags? I do. I cut up last year’s Christmas cards using pinking shears. That makes it fancy. Nothing but the best for my loved ones. A tag cut with pinking shears from last year’s Christmas cards are pretty and festive and frugal. Yep, I save a whole dollar every year! And it’s good for the environment. Win Win!
I also use old Christmas cards to spruce up gift bags. Sometimes shops give you a plain brown gift bag, and I’ll glue a part of a pretty card (cut with pinking shears and likely, but not always, in an oval shape) on the bag. I use a spray adhesive, and wallah! I have a bag I can use for years. I can get a number of tags from one card, so I have lots of tags in my stash. It’s a nice activity to do on some cold January afternoon sitting next to Dan while he is watching football, and I act like I care about the score. Which I do. Really, Dan. I do.
While I’ve been making gift tags for years, for many of those years, I didn’t worry about a centerpiece for our table. But this year, after reading a blog post on cgmusings2019 about setting a festive table and another post of hers on adding Christmas scents, I decided to kill two birds with one stone. Not literally. I love birds. I feed them all the time. Just ask suzassippi. Sorry. I keep digressing today for some reason. Too much holiday sweets, I guess.
ANYWAYS, I went down into my basement again. Lots of stuff down there. I found a bag of potpourri my sister had given us about three years ago. I had never opened it. So, I brought it upstairs, we put it into a pretty bowl, placed it on one of Grandma’s doilies, and wallah! – instant centerpiece and Christmas scent. While it doesn’t rise to the level of cgmusings2019’s charming ambiance, it does rise above what we had before – which was nothing. So, check check, and I am a happy camper. Well, no, not literally. That’ll be in the spring. Sorry. Got to focus here.
Christmas Eve makes me happy. To be honest (watch out for anyone who says that often, like why would they need to add that particular qualifier so much), okay, sorry, back on track, I like Christmas Eve better than Christmas Day. Except for the presents part, of course. Christmas Eve seems magical to me. Here in our New Town at St. Charles, there was a plan (hatched through our Facebook residents page) for Christmas Eve. Part One of the Plan was to put out luminaries at dusk on Christmas Eve. Got those ordered through Amazon. Check! Part Two was for everybody to go outside at 6 pm and ring bells for two minutes.
Now, who has bells for seven people? I know where I can get some. And you should know, too, if you’ve been paying attention at all while reading my blog these past oh, so many months. That’s a call for a trip to the Dollar Tree. That is where I procured seven jingle bells for those two special moments on the coming Christmas eve, all the while telling Dan it was going to be quite magical hearing all bells and jingles from the whole of New Town. I just knew the sound would gently rise up from all the streets and then develop into a rich and full crescendo, lasting only a quick magical moment but the sweet memory of it forever in our minds. That was the plan, you know.
But here’s what really happened. While many did put out the luminaries, not too many came out, at least in our area, to ring the bells and shake the jingles. But we did! As we stood there in the cold night air, surrounded by Christmas lights and luminaries, from around the corner and down the block, came the sound of a lone saxophone playing Christmas carols. The sound traveled amazingly well, and those classic holiday songs were lightly sprinkled with the jingling of sleigh bells. The whole scene was enhanced with the smiles on our faces and the sounds of family chatter and laughter. Love was in the air and in our hearts. You could just feel it. At least I could. Pretty magical.
I hope there was a bit of sparkle and glitter on your Christmas Eve. And I hope your Christmas was filled with joy and peace and laughter. But mostly, I hope your Christmas was, just like mine, wrapped up in love.