All I Want for Christmas

Tis the season, and I am a gift giver.  Big time.  I love buying gifts, wrapping presents and finding an awesome sale.  I love the smiles, the laughs, the fun that we have opening presents, the games of hide and seek that I still make my adult children play to find certain gifts, and the look on their faces when they open that one thing, that one gift, that makes them say, “How did you know?” 

      Santa told me.   

      But being a gift giver also means that others want to return the generosity.  That is the problem.

I know I must be a difficult person to buy for, because if I want something, I usually just go and get it.  Or, my gift choices are so specific that no-one can possibly get the right size, the right color, the right edition or the right spec’s.  Or I want something that can’t possibly be delivered, such as ‘world peace’ or ‘a body like Jennifer Lopez.’ 

I also have expensive tastes, and I hate to tell anyone that all I want for Christmas is a new Camaro or two weeks in Paris.  My husband, the kindest soul I know, would somehow make that happen and then I would feel guilty when he opened his wife beaters and nose hair clippers. 

Saying, “don’t buy me anything” doesn’t go over too well, either, and the truth is, I would like that perfect gift, that one thing that makes me smile and say “How did you know?”       

This year, however, I have the perfect gift in mind for myself.  It’s inexpensive, easy to find and doesn’t require a truce between world leaders. 

 

All I want for Christmas?

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