Winter holidays help us discover hidden skills and talents, be it with house-cleaning, cooking, or wrapping presents. Some creative individuals manage to turn even the most trivial gifts into masterpieces. In such cases, this inspired packaging proves to be more interesting than the present itself.
We at Bright Side appreciate all things expressive and original. So today, we present you with 15 creations from people who transform the task of wrapping gifts into a special kind of art.
“I have a talent for wrapping gifts in misleading ways!”
“My grandma decorates wrapping paper with hand-drawn patterns!”
“I’ve just finished wrapping a gift for my sis. The outward shape is a ruse — there’s a necklace inside!”
“I guess this is the start of a new tradition. This year, I wrapped the presents in the colors of my favorite flags!”
“My wife’s present to me — whatever is inside, I hope it survives until tomorrow!”
“I’m finally done wrapping the present for my brother. He’ll sure be surprised to find it’s a toolset!”
“Each New Year, my brother and I compete to give the most difficult-to-open gift.”
“This time, I wrapped his present in concrete!”
“This Christmas, I used old maps as wrapping paper for the presents. Quite pleased with the results!”
“My idea of gift-wrapping a couple of concert tickets…”
“No wrapping paper on hand? No problem! I used cardboard grocery bags and metallic markers!”
“I bought my girlfriend’s parents a gift for Christmas and managed to wrap it like this!”
“Each year, I wrap the last present with the leftovers of other gifts’ wrappings.”
“Mom, are you proud of me now?!”
“These are my friend’s presents for his wife. The left package contains perfume, and the right one, a sweater.”
“I’m 23. I can rebuild a car engine from scratch and make unique spare parts for it. I can drive anything that has a steering wheel. But I’m really lousy at wrapping Christmas gifts!”
And what about you — do you like giving presents to your loved ones? Do you have any cool gift-wrapping tales to share?
Neighbor Wouldn’t Turn Off His Bright Floodlights at Night, I Deftly Managed the Situation and Maintained Harmony
When my neighbor wouldn’t turn off his bright floodlights at night, my husband and I needed a clever solution to keep the peace.
When the Thompsons moved in next door, they seemed friendly. My wife, Gia, and Susan, the neighbor, quickly bonded while chatting over unpacked boxes. We thought we finally had some neighbors our age to socialize with. Mark, the husband, was often away for work, while Susan stayed home and had a long list of phobias, including fear of the dark, thunderstorms, snakes, clowns, and spiders.
As time passed, Susan’s fear of the dark created an issue that affected Gia and me. Their floodlights, installed soon after they moved in, were excessively bright, like those outside prisons. Gia joked that they could probably be seen from space.
Despite our attempts to address the issue, Susan insisted she needed the lights on for safety when Mark was away. We tried thick curtains and rearranging our bedroom, but nothing helped. After a week of sleepless nights, I approached Susan, asking her to turn off the floodlights after midnight, as they shined directly into our bedroom. She explained her need for safety and refused my suggestion to install a timer.
After several attempts to reason with her and Mark, who felt similarly protective of Susan, we continued to lose sleep. Frustrated, I considered drastic measures, like unscrewing the bulbs or using a pellet gun, but Gia reminded me to stay calm. Instead, she suggested a harmless plan while she and Susan went out for nails.
The next day, I climbed a ladder and slightly unscrewed each bulb to disrupt the connection. That night, when Susan turned on the lights, they flickered and went out. Gia and I finally enjoyed peaceful sleep. Surprisingly, days turned into weeks, and the lights stayed off.
However, one day, I saw Mark fixing the bulbs again. The floodlights blazed back to life that night, and I knew I had to repeat my trick. This cycle continued for months—every time Mark tightened the bulbs, I loosened them.
Then one Saturday, as I trimmed the hedges, Mark approached me. He mentioned his floodlights kept going out, and I managed to keep a straight face while agreeing it might be due to vibrations from the street. I suggested he could leave them off, and he seemed to consider it. After that conversation, Gia and I enjoyed our peaceful, dark evenings once again.
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