Back when I was a kid, my mom and I always wrapped Christmas presents together. Johnny Mathis was one of her favorite singers, so more often than not this was the album we listened to while we wrapped.
Ever since my mom passed away, one of my Christmas rituals has been to wrap gifts while listening to this same album. In a way it keeps her with me every year in spirit, even though she’s no longer here physically.
This year was no different — tonight I dragged out all the gifts and the paper and bows, poured a glass of wine, and cued Johnny up on the stereo. I started wrapping, and started thinking about all those years of my mom and I doing this together — the clever bows and other tricks she taught me over the years, the conversations we had while we cut and taped and curled ribbons…
And as I put the very last piece of tape on the very last corner of paper on the very last gift, Johnny sang the very last strains of the very last song on the album. A “perfectly wrapped” evening, if you will. Ha, she soo would have gotten a kick out of that.
Merry Christmas, Mom.