Edna searched the closets, knowing she stashed it somewhere. She always purchased beautiful Christmas wrapping paper on sale at the end of the season for the next year. Now it is next year.
“No need,” Ed yelled from his study. “I’ve got my own.” He closed the door and laid out all the presents he bought for others.
An hour later Ed emerged, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he placed his presents under the tree. Newsprint, paper towels, toilet tissue and cardboard— with lots of tape—did the trick for Ed.
“Found it!” Edna exclaimed from the back room.