Someday

Day 124

I  hate wrappers!  

They're so... uh. 

"Mommy! What was it again?" 

"What was what honey?" Mommy asked from the other room.

"What you say when you paint your nails and cut your baby trees."

"You mean the bonsai honey?"

"Yes! Yes, them."

"Fiddly?"

"Fiddly! Thank you Mommy!"

"Welcome hon. Don't forget to clean up when your done wrapping, okay?"

"Yeah, Mommy."

So there, wrappers are so FIDDLY. 

One hour and...

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Three gifts, that's all I've wrapped so far. I love Christmas and gifts, but mostly when I open them. Wrapping is more of a Mommy thing, but because I'm a BIG boy, I'm doing them myself. 

But I'm tired, and my thumb is sore. Maybe Mommy can help wrap Nana's gift. Nana won't mind that, right? Right.

I'll go see Bobby for a bit.

"Mommy, can I go outside please?"

"Sure, honey. Don't forget your jacket, okay?"

I ran to the other room, where mommy was busy making Christmas Eve dinner, and gave her a big kiss.

My mommy's the best.

 

The cold hit my face the moment I opened the back door.

"Bobby!"

"Hey."

"Locked out again?"

"Not really, I was just bored."

"Hmm," I said, nodding.How can he be bored at a time like this?

"No one's home." Oh.

"Here."

The shiny red wrapping paper wasn't easy to fold, and the ribbon didn't wanna be tied so... it may or may not have taken forever. Okay, it did.

"What is it?"

"Uh a gift?"

"Why?"

"It's Christmas."

Bobby looked at me puzzled. Has he never had a Christmas gift before? He's weird; he's really weird.

Well, I like weird.

"Open it."

Slowly, he untied the ribbon and stripped the box of the wrapping paper. He blinked a few times before he smiled and lifted my gift up.

"Mittens?"

"Well... you're always outside. It's cold."

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When he didn't speak after a few minutes, I panicked so I looked down and started talking a million miles per minute.

"You don't like it? I can give you another one. Mommy can help this time. Maybe I should have let her pick, huh? So—"

My words were suddenly muffled into Bobby shirt.

A hug?

That means he liked it, right?

"Thank you Will, really." Yes! Knew it! I'm the best gift-giver ever.

After a while, he stared at the mittens again then the box. At the bottom of it was a piece of paper. He looked at me again, and I just smiled. Mommy said making gifts as personal as possible makes the person you give it to feel really special.

Bobby is special.

He lifted the piece of paper and opened it.

Inside was a drawing of Mommy making dinner, daddy laughing and us, seated at the dining table. Written on top are the words:  your home.

I nudged him and said, "When you're locked out."