Every year there was a fight- Dad trying to get paper in the trash bag for outside garbage and Mom trying to save it for crafts and reuse.
When I was 8, Dad finally lost it, collected all the paper he could, and then peed into the plastic bag so Mom could not save any.
You think we are ripping this paper? We are carefully slicing the tape and folding it up to use again next year, you think wrapping paper grows on trees?
We used to have a fire in the fireplace Christmas afternoon and burn all the wrapping. It turned out some of the inks -- I think the metallic ones -- would make blue and green colored flames, and in subsequent years we would seek out such paper. No idea what fumes we were probably breathing.
Our family, it would be my grandfather handing over his pocketknife so we could carefully slit the tape and the paper could be put away for next year. I think the record was ten years for one sheet (it started on a large box, then went on successively smaller boxes until finally it was used to wrap
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But yeah.
When I was 8, Dad finally lost it, collected all the paper he could, and then peed into the plastic bag so Mom could not save any.
No, Dad, the grandkids will not appreciate the vintage pioneer girl.
Merry Christmas!
"Mine's the one that says: Merry Christmas You Bad Motherfucker on it"
Half an hour unwrapping this morning.
This is what got opened this morning
Me: