Gift Island, its’ name acquired from outsiders who gawk with a mixture of awe and chagrin, attracts exquisitely wrapped gifts. Curly streamers dangle from thick strips of satin ribbon that fold around coordinating hand-crafted paper. These gifts sit daintily waiting for others to notice their fine craftsmanship, their imported paper, and their frilly tops.
The presents on Gift Island are happy and lavishly bestow compliments on the other lovely gifts. They often gather for parties, adorning a side table or during the finest of affairs, taking center stage. They are coveted.
These gifts don’t have an easy life. No, remaining perfect in world full of rudimentary presents requires hard work. The constant primping and preening needed to keep a ribbon curly and a piece of satin from slipping requires diligence and tenacity. Those on Gift Island are extraordinary, a trait they relish.
Gift Island has a reputation to maintain. The gifts on this Island demand strict adherence to high standards of wrapping and adorning. If a gift is deemed inadequate, it is shelved. Imperfection must be hidden immediately without thought of feelings or intentions.
Packaging is of utmost importance and the gifts do not hesitate to look disappointingly down their ribbons at any who do not meet their standard of fineness…no exceptions and no explanations.
The one thing these self-absorbed gifts forget is that when their wrapping is torn and their bows discarded, they will ultimately find their end in a landfill next to rotten banana peels and crappy diapers.