Have you ever accidently opened a gift that was meant for someone else because you misread the label? Or, maybe the label was put on the wrong gift or the gift didn’t have a label at all? I know I have, and it made me feel terrible (well, a few times it made me feel better because there may have been a bottle of perfume in the box…).
Some people love to make their labels fancy with glitter, pictures, ribbons, and special designs. They often look even better than the rest of the gift wrappings. I know people who even save their labels just to add them to their Christmas label collection.
In our home, the Mrs is the one who labels the gifts, and she is an artist. Even those gifts that mysteriously appear under the tree from Santa. It’s a good thing she’s in charge of that Christmas tradition since the family wouldn’t be able to read who the person’s name is if I created them. The print would resemble that of a two-year-old’s handwriting; basically an ‘X’.
We don’t only label our presents at Christmas, we label our trees, our cloths, our food, our lights, and even our designated role around the Christmas festivities. What would it like if we didn’t have those blasted labels anyway? Chaos. Pure chaos.
Imagine Christmas morning with more than one child. It would be first-come-first-serve. A battle of the fittest like living in the jungle and only the strongest win. Our children would turn into a pack of crazy monkeys (more than normal) and would devour each other just for that one present they wanted the most. It would closely resemble Walmart on Black Friday…
So, this year, if you open that present too soon and mistakenly get Grandma’s Christmas sweater with flashing lights all over it, quietly put it back in the box, grab some tape to wrap it up, and slip it under the tree way in the back. She may never know, and you’ll feel a whole lot better for it. And guys, I highly recommend letting the Mrs do the labeling. We wouldn’t want any monkey wars to break out…
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