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.
.
I love my chocolate fountain, and it fits perfectly on my bedside table! I bet you'll enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteHow 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.
ReplyDeleteMy 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.
"I will miss their presence, but not their presents." Very well said, as always, Dop!
ReplyDeleteI 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)!