I finished up my wrapping, so I'm feeling quite accomplished today. I don't love wrapping, but I do have fun with the name tags, just like my mom used to. Yes, I stole her silly tradition and my kids love it.
She would always fill the from space with anything but Mom and Dad. Sometimes it was just the name of the store where the gift came from - back then it was often the Sear's Catalog. But she also came up with other silly things. Like the year Barry Gibb gave me a Bee-Gees album (Yes, I'm that old).
So as I sat on the floor of the office over the last few days, I amused myself as I wrote out my to's and my from's on each gift tag. I'd share a few, but my children have been known to look at my blog from time to time and I can't ruin the surprise. I've discovered that tag reading on Christmas morning ranks pretty high.
Stocking stuffers get wrapped and tagged too, again because that's what my mom did. My husband grew up with unwrapped stuffers so he thought wrapping them was strange and vice versa, but unwrapping those tiny gifts was always my favorite part, so my childhood tradition prevailed.
I stole several other of her Christmas traditions as well: cookies for breakfast on Christmas morning, white candles in every window, and baking nut tussies.
Out of all our traditions, the ones I stole from my mom might be just a little more special. Not because they mean more than the rest, but because they were hers.
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