The Perfect Gift

So there we were, sitting on the floor around the tree. There were packages in front of Trudy. There were packages beside me. And of course, there were packages strewn about the boy.

Some of the packages were in wrapped in traditional paper and bows of green, red, silver and gold. Others were wrapped in quirky white paper with hand-drawn designs. A lot of time went into those others and a lot of the ink from the many pens that populate this household.

I confess I feel pangs of disappointment when people open my packages and cards, as many do, in a whirlwind of pulling and ripping, paying no mind to the designs on the paper, taking no notice of lettering on the cards.

But the boy has always seemed to understand this. And this year was no different, in spite of his teenage years. As he picked up each package, he announced it out loud.

Now the red snowflakes...

Now the green snowflakes...

He noticed the colors. He noticed the patterns. It was the perfect gift.

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