Myrna is a nail-biter. She bites her nails over the size of her daughter’s gift: Should she wrap it? Stand it behind the tree under a tarp? Hide it somewhere?
She crams the awkward bicycle into a walk-in closet and covers it with a tarp. No one ever goes in there, she thinks. She’s pleased with her decision — until her husband goes there looking for the holiday lights.
“Don’t worry,” she tells him. “You’ll by fine in time to put up the lights.”
An unwanted message appeared in Amy’s email: “Oops! We goofed. Our premium wool is out of stock. May we substitute a sweater just as nice and less expensive for your gift?”
Amy screams silently. She ordered early to avoid this. She’d happily marked her niece off her list. Unhappily, she adds her niece to her “last-minute” shopping list.
Some doubt the holiday bag they carry home. They assume one of a pair of socks never gets home in the bag. Also, none of the boxes left will fit the last gift to be wrapped. The gifting usually gets done, though. Without a doubt it’s always a good time to stop and listen to “peace on earth” and to heavenly voices never out of tune.
Shirley Ramsey, a retired professor of journalism, lives in Norman.