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Hi, Jale. Nixie, here. HAPPY WDC ACCOUNT ANNIVERSARY FROM ![]() ![]() ![]() I enjoy writing anniversary reviews because I meet members I've never crossed paths with before. Often, as in your case, the members are originals, or close to the beginnings of stories.com. I wonder where I'll be thirteen years from now? Still writing stories, or just enjoying the community. I read this particular piece because I lost my sister in 1983 when she was only thirty. I learned to think outside the box, but in a different way. Gift-giving has gone by the wayside now that my kids are adults with families of their own. For the grand Christmas's of the past, I wrapped presents similar to the ones you're talking about, but using artificial materials. All my presents were so pretty, some of my family kept them year round as holiday decorations. But the holly springs and what-nots came from a craft store, not the outside world. With my grandchildren, I rarely wrap presents because of where the paper ends up. I grimace when thoughts of trees killed to make paper haunt me. We're a disposable society, plastic addicted. Long ago, I used attractive pictures cut from magazines, or as you suggested, cards I had received to create something new. As a kid, I made my entire family books for Christmas. Each colored page was adorned with a clipped image that reminded me of the person. I jotted little stories about experiences I shared with that particular person. I guess that's where my writing career began. I lost my dad recently, and apparently, he kept that book because my mom found it among his papers. It's falling apart now, it's been more than 50 years. Good grief, I'll stop here. This is my pitfall with anniversary reviews. I cave to nostalgia and end up discussing my life based on what the author wrote. You wrote this article for your sister. If I ever wrap a present again, I'll remember what you mentioned here. Promise. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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