So my fingers have finally regained their feeling after untwisting and releasing countless toys from their plastic habitats on Christmas morning. Why, for the love of all that is wholesome, do manufacturers insist on binding their products to their packaging? Christmas morning comes, holiday wrapping strewn aside, and tiny hands scrabble to open their presents only to be thwarted by two dozen twist ties binding Princess Barbie at the neck, wrists, forehead, waist, hips, thighs, ankles, and areas prone to chafing.
By the time I freed her from her plastic casing, Mo was already four presents ahead of me, and Co was dancing a jig, holding a half unwrapped box of Ready, Set, Go! Toddler cars. Four cars in the box, each bound by no less than six twist ties. I got the first one freed, frantically handed it to her so as to work on the next ones, but given she has the attention span of a fruit fly, she had moved on to snacking on the crayons in Mo’s stocking.
Early in December, I had read an article in Parents or Parenting or some kind of parent-focused magazine, where the author proudly boasts that in addition to making roasted corn and butternut squash bisque with vegetable from her own garden, a Bosc pear and fennel stuffed turkey, and sweet fried plantains topped with a roasted beet relish, in between her Annie Liebowitz photographed family holiday photoshoot, and having her Christmas Letter edited by Anna Wintour, she dutifully released all of the toys from their bindings, ties, and handcuffs before lovingly placing said toys back into their respective packaging and wrapping them in the homemade pulp free holiday paper she whipped up on her back porch while waiting for her contractions to get strong enough so that she could labor in her inflatable pool and bring forth baby number five in her size 0 Juicy Couture Maternity Terry Dress sans doctor, doula, epidural, smelling salts or a king size sleeve of Reese Peanut Butter Cups — four months before Christmas Day.
I don’t subscribe to that magazine any more.
*sigh* I had planned to write about the Christmas holiday, the lack of egg nog (yes, I said lack) I imbibed, TV shows I’ve watched, the cold I caught that is hanging around like I owe it some money, things like that, instead of this present opening diatribe. So, dear readers, here’s hoping that you had a wonderful holiday and that you bring in the New Year doing whatever it is you enjoy, with whomever it is you enjoy doing that with. See you in the new year.