
At my home, as we open presents, we stockpile the paper, wadding it into missiles the size of softballs. When the last present is open, someone uses a paper missile to nail another, and the war is on. We toss those paper wads at each other until we're all laughing and exhausted. When someone begs for mercy, the war fades and the paper balls go in the recycle container.
Takeaway Truth
I hope you all had similar moments of happy insanity and joy this Christmas.
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