Thursday, December 14, 2006

Pray For Me

Recalling my blog post last year about the hell that is usually my Christmas gift from my parents. During a phone conversation this week, my mother told me that she was very exicited over the fact that she bought my sister-in-law Brenda a chocolate fountain.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.


  1. I love my chocolate fountain, and it fits perfectly on my bedside table! I bet you'll enjoy it.

  2. I wish I had parents to give me bad presents. My mom and dad aren't around any more, so there's pretty much nothing I wouldn't do to be able to get a big pack of cereal or a Barry Manilow cd from them. It's the thought that counts with any gift, and sometimes the best part of receiving a gift is thinking about what made a person buy that for you - maybe your parents thought about how much you love cereal and how happy you seem eating cereal, so they bought you that to make you happy.

  3. How happy I seem eating cereal? What kind of sentence is that?? If my parents think I am at my happiest eating Cheerios, then we have bigger communication problems than just Christmas gifts.

    My parents buy lousy presents - that's the long and short of it. And there is little thought that goes into them, so I don't have to fondly recall what they were thinking when they bought the gift. My gifts are bought at the last minute. I know this because my parents tell me this every year. Do I care - no.

    And when that first Christmas comes without them, I will certainly miss them. And I will laugh then, as I do now, over the ridiculous choices they made for me in the gift department. I will miss their presence, but not their presents.

  4. "I will miss their presence, but not their presents." Very well said, as always, Dop!

    I hope this year's gift is another teddy bear (the one you got last year may have gotten lonely and needs someone to talk to)!