If that doesn't make you want to eat an entire jar of Nutella, you have more self-control than I do. I'm going to bed tonight and hope that Abe the Elf will do something other than replace Baby Jesus in our nativity scene:
or rig up a basketball hoop:
I hope he'll wrap all the Christmas gifts! Yes, yes, it seems unlikely to me, too, but I can always dream.
An additional problem is that I may run out of gift wrap and bags because the children have already raided my supplies to "wrap" their gifts. I have to say that I cried a little inside when I saw that instead of using gift tags, the Girl wrote each gift recipient's name in green Sharpie on the outside of the bags so that we can't reuse any of them.
Also, the gifts? Not so desirable. Unless I miss my guess, the Boy will not be that excited about the eight inch Canadian flag (a leftover favor from his birthday party) and the rock that the Baby got him for Christmas. Yes, damn it, I looked in the gift bags. I was so curious about how they could have gotten everyone gifts without leaving the house that I couldn't help myself. Next year I'm totally doing the same thing: I'm just going to walk around the house and start wrapping up random objects for everyone. When next Christmas rolls around and the K gets a back issue of "Southern Living" and a can of soup, that'll be why.
While we're on the subject of wrapping and ribbons, I wanted to share the Facebook post of a sorority sister who lives in in a town near Newtown, Connecticut. She writes, "[w]e thought we would put green ribbons (Newtown school color) around our trees to show our support for our neighbors. We hope we can get this to catch on throughout the country. Please pass it on. For our younger ones we are just telling them we are decorating our trees."
I've got mine.