The Christmas package came from Mom today (well, one of them did, we're still awaiting the envelope). I didn't know if things were wrapped inside, so I emailed her and waited for confirmation.
The package waited for us while we were at work, as one would expect an inanimate object to do (I got the emailed "go-ahead" from Mom between two of my classes). Actually, it was on the Christmas table, but I forgot to take a picture of it before I excitedly put it on the bed to open it.
Ian told me to go ahead and open it before he got home, since he figured it was mostly wrapped presents that he would see later. So, I grabbed some scissors and went to town.
The loot. Nine presents, two Christmas LifeSaver Books (a tradition!), and Ghiradelli squares (also a tradition, though we eat them all through the season). One of Ian's gifts had a hole in the wrapping paper, so I took a peek and then taped it up, so he couldn't see. One of mine also had a small hole, but I was able to tape it without accidentally seeing. I do not like to peek at or guess about my gifts. The surprise is important to me. But, I wanted to know about Ian's. A little backwards, I guess.
Now our Christmas table is very full and it is obvious how spoiled we are.
Here is another of my favorite Christmas songs: