The 'Rents and I spent the morning Christmas shopping, and while we were waiting in line to check out, something popped into my mind. Back in the day, whenever we would go to one of the department stores during Christmas, Grandma or Mom would always ask for a box. And in later years when I would be driving and they would send me to one of the department stores for a Christmas errand, they would be sure to remind me to ask for a box. Those days are long, long gone.
Today, you're lucky if you can find what you want in a store, much less expect them to have a box. Today, we lucked out and found what the 'Rents wanted, but we didn't dare ask for any boxes, because we know they would have looked at us like we had three heads.
And on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning, you'd better not have torn up your box as you were opening it up, because those boxes needed to be saved for use next Christmas (or on birthdays). Today, we normally don't have boxes that our gifts come in, and instead, we save any gift bags.
But all in all, it's the thought that counts.
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