What a Gift!
I was so fun to give presents to when I was young. I used to drive my older brother crazy on Christmas morning because I always reacted so enthusiastically (and sometimes dramatically) to every gift I opened. I’d slowly peel back the wrapping paper, delight at what was inside (whether it was Love’s Baby Soft perfume, a sweater or a Madame Alexander doll) and loudly ooh and aah and jump around. My grandmother always told me that she most looked forward to Christmas at our house because she got such a kick out of watching me open presents. It was entertainment for her! I can’t put my finger on why receiving gifts ignited such excitement in my soul back then—or why I felt the need to dance around and proclaim my…