As per usual, I left gift wrapping until the last minute. And I am never at home for that particular minute. While I could have used my grandmother’s Christmas-y paper, Poppa’s Toronto Star was just sitting there so….
…the littlest brother received his future-novelist-themed gift wrapped in car advertisements and movie showtimes (bottom left and top right), my dad got a voucher made out of a story about Christmas redeemable for one photograph printed on canvas “or something equally nice” (top left), and my grandparents got an Anne Murray album featuring the face of a different Anne and the cast of Les Mis (bottom right). And that role (bottom middle) that looks like some sort of printed sausage is actually a corduroy shirt for the other brother.
You know, reduce, reuse, etc.