that's a wrap.

Fire blazing.

Carols playing.

Cider warming.

Slippers comforting.

Colorful paper and bows waiting.

I parked myself by the tree to finish up the wrapping.

Before I knew it, my son joined me on the floor.

We wrapped and reminisced and plotted and laughed.

It was wonderful.

Sometimes the getting ready is as much fun as Christmas itself.