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tis the season to be jolly and all that... christmas has come and gone in a blur. one minute i was traveling great lengths to find the perfect gift for everyone within my budget, in most cases massively missing the budget know how and then poof it was over, new years around the corner, slip into a different gear and presto it is 2007.... wow!
i lorve christmas, really, the whole festive dingle, santa, snow, lights, fir trees the whole trillion yards... i love shopping for gifts and jump in with heaps of anticipation. even choosing wrapping paper is important, labeling, maintaining these beauties were dropped off by the big guy from the north pole. most people approach the gift giving stage with what is usually reserved for root canal treatment... not me i jump into the mall, 6 hours later surface with nothing not even a clue of who will be getting what and the next day dive straight into the next shopping mecca. i can spend hours if the shops are empty blissfully contemplating which set of what i should get this one or that one. i start with a budget and then expand it and expand it and finally after all the searching i come up with what i think are the perfect gifts. when i look at something it must say the persons name to me otherwise i drop it and am off to the next shinny object a little like a minor bird...
however this year it seems others took a different stance. they waltzed into the nearest store, pulled off the nearest object, ran home, wrapped it and randomly placed name tags on to their make shift gifts... in past years i have maintained a reasonable amount of grace and dignity and fained amusement, surprise and glee when unwrapping a picture frame from what seems the corner store but not this year. this year i opened, smiled, thanked and ensured that when i left i knew exactly where all the junk came from so that i could promptly restore the crap to where from it came!
why bother with crap gifts is now my mantra. i am not going to be bothered that a certain uncle has chosen to over look who i am, where i am going or what it is that i do. sorry dear but slippers with kittens just isn't going to cut it where i am heading, thanks but no thanks. i spent hours laboring over whether cigars, cigar cutters, shooter games with tiddlywinks or something else would suffice... so back to the store with the beastly gifts so that i can wake up and look at all the wonderful things i have now chosen for myself.
i lorve christmas, really, the whole festive dingle, santa, snow, lights, fir trees the whole trillion yards... i love shopping for gifts and jump in with heaps of anticipation. even choosing wrapping paper is important, labeling, maintaining these beauties were dropped off by the big guy from the north pole. most people approach the gift giving stage with what is usually reserved for root canal treatment... not me i jump into the mall, 6 hours later surface with nothing not even a clue of who will be getting what and the next day dive straight into the next shopping mecca. i can spend hours if the shops are empty blissfully contemplating which set of what i should get this one or that one. i start with a budget and then expand it and expand it and finally after all the searching i come up with what i think are the perfect gifts. when i look at something it must say the persons name to me otherwise i drop it and am off to the next shinny object a little like a minor bird...
however this year it seems others took a different stance. they waltzed into the nearest store, pulled off the nearest object, ran home, wrapped it and randomly placed name tags on to their make shift gifts... in past years i have maintained a reasonable amount of grace and dignity and fained amusement, surprise and glee when unwrapping a picture frame from what seems the corner store but not this year. this year i opened, smiled, thanked and ensured that when i left i knew exactly where all the junk came from so that i could promptly restore the crap to where from it came!
why bother with crap gifts is now my mantra. i am not going to be bothered that a certain uncle has chosen to over look who i am, where i am going or what it is that i do. sorry dear but slippers with kittens just isn't going to cut it where i am heading, thanks but no thanks. i spent hours laboring over whether cigars, cigar cutters, shooter games with tiddlywinks or something else would suffice... so back to the store with the beastly gifts so that i can wake up and look at all the wonderful things i have now chosen for myself.
posted by TM at 6:27 pm
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