December 16, 2008


All I Want For Christmas

We are having the same old conversation around here, yet again. As festive as the Christmas tree (which still isn't up - I've had a migraine for 7 straight days), every year the Poor Sod and I say it: "Don't get me anything". This year, I mean it. I'm not much for gifts anyway, but we just had a new garage door put on and I'm still basking in the loveliness of something that doesn't bash me in the head every time I open it.

The old one was as old as the house, which is circa 1958 or so. It was dented and bent, it didn't lock anymore, and the only ones who could open it easily were apparently the raccoons who came in to dine every night. We replaced it with an insulated, lovely slab of metal that is making me entirely too happy. Middle age has officially arrived.

We were shopping for the kids the other night, and the Poor Sod kept launching stuff into the basket - for himself. His 'no gift' rule is stopping at tags with my name on them, it seems. We don't gorge on gifts at Christmas any year; this year, we're scaling back even more in deference to a tanking economy and that aforementioned door. Here's a link to a funny piece in the Timesonline by Caitlin Moran. She nails it for what not to buy.

There's an ad on TV right now featuring a couple who made the useless don't-buy-me-anything deal. He's bought her a singing Christmas tree. She's mortified. He's just so pleased. It is so spot on. We were laughing at it, and then the Poor Sod asked me if I remembered the singing fish that was popular years ago. "That was funny," he said to me. "No, it was not," I replied. Never the twain.

The same woman showed up in another Christmas ad a few minutes later. With a different husband. See? You only get away with one singing Christmas tree.

5 Comments:

Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

For years now, we have also used the "don't-get-me-anything" gift "rule".

Without fail, it seems that I am the only one in our partnership that fails to comply. My wife has consistently not bought a gift when the rule was in play. Me? Not so much. Even this year, I've already bought her something. In fact, I'll be picking it up from my sister in Brooklin tomorrow.

Over the years, "we" have bought each other a new tv; top-of-the-line front loading washer and dryer and other "household" items.

For the first time - ever - we're flying to Florida Monday to spend Christmas and the holidays in comparative warmth. Not really my idea.

My wife embraces Christmas way more than I do - and she's Jewish. In fact, during Hanukkah, it usually falls to me to light the menorah each of the eight nights.

This past Friday, any independent thoughts that we might have had over doing something special gift-wise came to a screeching halt when our vet presented us with an eye-opening bill for one of our cats.

This cat will now be dressed in tinsel and twinkly lights since he truly is our Holiday kitty for '08.

December 16, 2008 2:15 PM  
Anonymous buzzwhack said...

I liked this article. Very fun to read. The clueless relative gift gift giver is a staple of Christmas as much as the tree and carols.

December 16, 2008 4:04 PM  
Blogger Nursedude said...

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December 17, 2008 3:40 PM  
Blogger Nursedude said...

Watching TV the other night an ad came on and the spokeswoman said: "Give your husband a great gift this Hanukkah/Christmas, schedule him an appointment with his Doctor for a prostate exam.” I haven't laughed so hard in ages, but really, can't I just have an ipod?

December 17, 2008 3:42 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

That ad drew a look of terror from the Poor Sod....

December 17, 2008 4:39 PM  

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