We've been sweating all over each other in stores to buy holiday gifts, and we're going to receive more than we need as a reward for our efforts. So where's the fun of it?
For me, it happens in between the stress of shopping and the moment of exchange, when I transplant a scarf into a mysteriously huge package that might enclose anything. And of course I don't want to live with the pile of tchotchkes heaped up in plain view, so into the hiding place they go. Every home has one, some are filled with them, and when our cohabitants get wind of them we have to create new ones. I've seen switches behind bookcases, caverns beneath floorboards, paintings covering vaults in the wall, and hollowed-out dictionaries. Where's yours? We won't tell.
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