Sometimes you set yourself up. Sometimes, in the interest of expedience, you get that sudden moment of “Uh-oh!”
My father’s birthday is January 4th, a mere ten days after Christmas. Now, the topic of having a birthday so close to Christmas is enough to fill five blog posts, I’m sure. Fortunately, that’s only tangential to this one.
I was about to start wrapping my father’s birthday present. It was a pretty large box, and I didn’t have enough wrapping paper. So, I sent my nine-year-old daughter into the garage. “Gabriella, get Daddy some wrapping paper. It has to be a big roll with enough paper on it, and look good for a birthday, OK?” “OK, Daddy,” she replied.
She came back in with a short roll of paper. “Daddy, this is all we have.” “That won’t do at all. Look for something else,” I said as I sent her back.
She came back in with a large roll of Christmas paper. She had a curious look on her face. “Daddy, do you know what’s weird? I noticed that we have the same wrapping paper as Santa Claus! It’s all there: the paper he used for my gifts, Alessandra’s gifts and Nicoletta’s gifts!”
My mind raced. She still believes, and I had to say something. To myself I thought, “What do I say? What do I say? What do I say? What do I say?”
“Oh, that’s because, um, Mommy and I were running low on paper for other people’s gifts. Santa noticed, and, being the nice guy that he is, left that for us to use. Wasn’t that cool of him?” I waited for her response. A second later, she said, “Oh. He’s good at giving, isn’t he?”
“…He sure is.”