There are three gifts under our tree. One for our family from my brother and his family, one from our middle mister that he brought home from school, and one from my daughter to her brother. There are no gifts from my husband and I. None.
While kids all over the world are shaking and jiggling the presents labeled with their names, playing a guessing game with their siblings, my children pout and wonder if presents will ever sit among the bottom branches of our Christmas tree.
Typically my husband and I wait until Christmas Eve to wrap gifts and place them under the tree, and this year is no different.
The gifts will arrive. The gifts will be wrapped. Just not until Christmas Eve, which I hear is just around the corner. I better stock up on wrapping paper between now and then.