‘Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring… except Mom, who was frantically Googling “how to wrap a giant tricycle without waking the kids” at 3 a.m.She’d started with confidence: ribbon, paper, bows—easy. Forty-five minutes later, the tricycle looked like it had been mummified by a toddler on espresso. Paper stuck to her elbows, tape tangled in her hair, and the cat was proudly wearing half the gift tag as a hat.At one point she tried to slide the whole mess under the tree stealthily, only to knock over the cookie plate. Crumbs everywhere. Milk spilled. She froze, listening for tiny footsteps… nothing. Crisis averted.By sunrise, the tricycle sat under the tree looking suspiciously lumpy but undeniably wrapped. Mom, now sporting a glitter beard from rogue sparkles, crawled back to bed whispering, “Next year, Santa’s getting a drone with built-in gift wrap.” Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
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