Back at the house, as he was wrapping presents, I saw the light bulb come on over his head. "Hey, can you shred Christmas wrapping paper?" he asked. "I could put that in the bottom of the basket." OMG! He is crafty after all! I was so proud of him I could have wept with joy.
As I poured myself a shot of Amy and Paul's homemade eggnog - emphasis on nog, here - I listened to the sounds of the holiday filling our home and smiled contentedly. Christmas music on the radio and the roar of the shredder. Nothing says Christmas like office machinery.
Merry Christmas to all - I'll drink another eggnog to your health and happiness.