Bowing

Ummm -- that is bowing as in applying bows, rather than bowing as in paying homage to the Queen. Or King, as the case may be.

Anyway, we have spent part of the afternoon putting bows on Christmas packages. We have a system. Wrap all the packages together. Heave a huge sigh of relief. Count to make sure everyone has approximately the same number of packages (this is left over from when the kids were little -- does it hang on forever?). Clean up the mess.

Remember that tradition calls to apply bows to said packages.

As I was doing so this afternoon, I chuckled over the rallying cry on Christmas morning -- "Save the Bows!! Save the Bows!!" I wonder how many years these same bows have seen Christmas duty. We have a big plastic box full of them. At least this year we for-bow buying any more.

I debate whether or not to just put a premade bow on the box, or should I tie shiny metallic curly ribbon (red, green, blue, gold, silver) on it? Bob's system is to tie one color of curly ribbon around it and then put a premade bow slap-dab in the center of the tie. No thinking there. But on his tags he always writes a little clue as to what the present might be.

Not too many surprises this year -- we shopped together. Chicos got the bulk of his money this year -- they had waaay too many nice things. So few surprises in fact that he got most of my presents wrapped -- at the dining room table -- before we left for church at 7:45 am.

Don't ask what time he gets up.

Even on Sundays.

Oh my. He just came up from downstairs with another box full of bows.

Good. More for me to add to HIS presents.