I’ve been telling the same story all day, so I might as well tell you too!
These are my new hand-knit socks, a gift from my friend Ridgely.
Yesterday, when I was home for lunch, I received a small package from Bellingham, Washington. I opened the outer packaging and found a Christmas present from Ridgely with a tag that said “Do not open until Christmas.” I’m a rule keeper so I left it on the kitchen counter (since we don’t have a tree yet).
After work, Mauri walked into the dark living room a few steps ahead of me. “Oh, Marvel, you’re not going to like what’s happened here.” My nose gave no hint of what I suspected he meant, but a quickly flipped light switch revealed a floor covered with tiny bits of Christmas wrapping, and in the middle a neatly folded pair of socks.
I guess Darcy forgot to read tag.