Boxing up Jesus

Today and yesterday at work I had the pleasure of elegantly gift wrapping Our Lord. My boss had purchased several crucifixes to be given as gifts at upcoming weddings and a confirmation. In the beginning the task was simple: see these gifts? Take them somewhere to be wrapped. I hit a few snags along the way, though. First, there’s only one place near my office that provides a gift wrapping service, and that was Sears. Um, not really the style I was looking for. Second, I had to traipse up Yonge Street looking for boxes that the Jesi would fit in. (My word for plural Christs is “Jesi”, like “cacti”, “octopi” or when you’re in Vegas and see a group of Elvis impersonators, the “Elvi”.) Then I had to buy cards and wrapping paper. This is something that I normally would enjoy, except reading through all of the wedding cards in the shop to find one that avoided the sentiment, “My assistant picked this,” wasn’t really cool with me yet since I’m still in the bitter post-break-up phase these days and avoid all thoughts of joyful wedded bliss. Anyway, got the gifts all done up and the response from my boss was a happy one. I must say that I’ve never been so grateful to be finished dealing with the big J.C. before.

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