I've always been a big fan of Sara Groves, so I wasn't suprised when I heard this song on the radio and found out she'd written it.
"Toy Packaging" is Sara's Seinfeld-esque rant on "Wrap Rage", or the frustration many parents feel just after their child has opened the perfect toy on Christmas morning. It's pretty hilarious- you must take a listen!
Here are the lyrics:
Toy Packaging
Sara Groves and Ben Shive
© 2008 Sara Groves Music (ASCAP) admin by Music Services / ????
Nothing makes me lose my cool like
Toy packaging
Ask the kids to leave the room for
Toy packaging
I have no choice the money’s spent
I’ve worked for hours to make a dent
I guess it’s anger management
Toy packaging
Nothing makes me lose my cool like
Toy packaging
Ask the kids please leave the room it’s time for
Toy packaging
I’m drawing up a battle plan
to extricate this robot man
My self-esteem is in the can
Toy packaging
In the old days you could hold a box and shake it
And hear the pieces rattling around
My eyes tear up with these grommets, tape and twisty ties
Remembering their beautiful sound
Nothing makes me lose my cool like toy packaging
Kids you need to leave the room, mom’s opening toy packaging
I’m sorry you have to see this sight
You must be brave, no please don’t cry
I promise it will be alright
I hope to have it by tonight
Nevermind this dynamite
Toy packaging
Apparently toy packaging has become a big issue this year. Amazon.com has even created a new packaging solution to the problem, along with a webpage that is devoted to the subject.
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I have read of many churches celebrating Christmas with Pageants that include an actual baby portraying the role of 'baby Jesus'. Our first child Ruth, was born December 12th, 1981 and was chosen to be 'baby Jesus' for our church's (Reba Place Fellowship) Christmas Eve service. Last year, our grandson, Charlie, born on Oct. 19th 2008, was chosen, also at Reba Place Fellowship. But in prison no such ritual exists. I wasn't even thinking about babies being in Christmas plays back in 1972. This was yet another year in prison the difference being this was my first Christmas as a christian. The Christmas service held new meaning for me as we sang the traditional Christmas Carols bringing with it a hope for a new life with a redeemed future. Christian volunteers were a part of our service at the U. S. Medical Center for Prisoners in Springfield, Mo. As our service wound to completion a cry was heard. The faint whimpering of a baby. My first thought was that I wasn't hearing what I thought I had heard. I had been in prison for many years and had never even seen a baby inside of a prison (not counting my infrequent times in the visiting room.) But there it was again, a baby crying. Someone, a volunteer, had brought their baby into the service wrapped in a blanket unnoticed by the guards. I then thought, there was our 'baby Jesus'. The parents of the yet unknown child were the children of an older couple (Lloyd and Nita Colbaugh) who had only a few years previously began their ministry to the prison. Even the great-grandmother (Mom Carter) was a volunteer and had played a significant role in my own conversion, telling me that God had a plan for my life. Life would go on and the incident of 'baby Jesus' coming to prison would fade to a memory, until the baby grew up and now is known throughout many countries far and wide as acclaimed singer/songwriter Sara Groves. I hope this story adds to your appreciation of the life of Sara and her family.John C Thomson
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