Shopping in a store one day, I was looking for a very special gift.
My granddaughter was going to turn two, my little pride and joy.
I didn't know what to get, the toy store was so huge, but then I saw it.
The cutest little teddy bear, talking and laughing and when you
squeezed it, lights came on. I looked around for something more
But no; this little bear was the perfect one.
I took it home, and looked for a box to put it in. I looked
everywhere, but couldn't find one, so I knew what must be done.
I'd have to wrap it the way it was.
What's wrong with that you my say. But when Grandma wraps
anything other than a square box, pretty things look rather sad
and beautiful they're not.
I cut the paper, nope, way too much, trimmed it, now not enough.
I added more paper to cover it up, but paper was bunching, I'll do
it again. After using up two roles of wrapping paper for a two foot
toy, I looked at my masterpiece, thought, oh boy.
The thing look sad and quite the mess, it looked look a pink elephant
defecated on it. I tried to fix it with more tape; perhaps a ribbon
would hold it in place. That didn't work, so what's the use.
A two year old wouldn't care that her grandma's a klutz. She'd
rip the paper apart and give the bear all her love. And that's
what it's all about. I could've to a fancy store to have my prize
It would be pretty, but that didn't matter. Even though the thing
is a disaster, when all was said and done, it may be a mess; she'd rip the
thing open, wouldn't care about the paper but know it was
wrapped with 'Grandma' love.
Mary E. Lacey