Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus basIt happens every Christmas Eve at about 3pm. I keep my schedule open for the exact time knowing what's to come. Then, as if they had tried and tried and finally succumbed to failure, my family members ask me to wrap their presents.
My tone is not to be mistaken for annoyance. On the contrary, I really, really like wrapping presents.
The paper!
The ribbons!
The bows!
The bags!
There's an endless...
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