One week from tomorrow is Chri$tma$ Day. The time is running short for procrastinators. They'll be chewing their nails, pulling out their hair, trying to imagine what could possibly be the best gift for those they love. I used to be like that. But I have reached an age that allows me to lean back, relax, ask my significant other what she wants for Chri$tma$, then go with her to a store, pick out the gift together, pay for it and hand it to her. End of story. End of stress. End of shopping.
She asked me what I wanted. I said an I-Pad would be nice. But I don't really want that and I told her so. I have enough trouble getting away from my computer as it is. To have one small and portable enough to go everywhere with me? It would drive me crazy.
I always ask her for something unattainable, like a Lamborghini or a Maserati. But I'm not sure I could get in or out of either one of them nowadays. I went to a drive-in pharmacy the other day driving our 1988 Dodge Neon. The drawer, the window, the credit card slot, the girl talking to me from behind the glass - - all were far above me. Apparently access was designed for those driving huge SUV's. So if I had a Lamborghini or a Maserati, the attendant probably wouldn't even know I was there.
My first two whimsical wishes having been disposed of, I said "I don't really want anything. I've got everything I want." That got a negative sneer.
So I fell back on an old favorite - "World Peace".
Yeah, a lot of hope for that one.
Every year I face a continuing problem. The family..kids..want to know what I want for Christmas. My problem is that I don't want or need anything. I rack my brain for days on end and finally throw together a list of stupidity...restaurant gift cards, invitation to dinner sometime, chocolate covered almonds...
ReplyDeleteJerry, I know what you mean.
ReplyDeleteI'm not anti-Christmas, but with all of the commercialization by the retailers and the adverts on TV, I'll just be happy when it's over.
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