Don't use scotch tape either. Use strapping tape and sit back and enjoy.
Oh man! I gotta tell you about me late father. He had some strange things going on. One was wrapping papper. The paper was part of the present as far as he was concerned. A pathologically instilled relic from the Victorian era.
He'd get his pen knife or craft knife or box cutter (he always had a blade near for letters) and with the grace, skill and dexterity of a heart surgeon, he'd set about severing the tape that held the papper. He was meticulous. So much so that it was agonisingly annoying to watch. Then. Then he'd slowly unwrap the gift making sure not to rip the paper. Then. Then he'd (annoyed the crap outta me) put the gift to one side. Some kind of Japanese tea ceremony type thing but with gifts. Then. Then he'd take the wrapping papper and neatly fold it square and put it to one side. On a shelf or in the magazine rack by his chair. Absolutely pointless cause it would be thrown away in a few days. (drove me insane) Then. Then he'd look at the present. Wouldn't take the present out of it's box or the wrapper it was set it.....NEVER. (pulling me hair out) Then. Then he'd say thanks and put the gift away somewhere. (grrr) He'd spend more time with wrapping papper than the bloody gift. (GGRRRR)
After about 20 Christmases of this crap I used to go ape with tape. I'd stick that freakin presented together so much so, it would look worse than a rubber clad fetish. I used to laugh me nads off watching him trying to tackle that. It used to drive him mad.
