What a layover in writing! Im like many who think we have nothing to say but all day every day my head is crammed with stuff and ideas and random thoughts. So guess what! My fellow one or two folks who pull stuff off the ethereal net...you get the benefit of my "stuff" today.
Christmas is a funny time especially if you're not the church type. I love all the Santa trimmings and the unparralled depth of music especially some of the high ranging triumphant religious works. I love the tree lightings and small town Christmas parades and the expectation lighting up the eyes of kids. I love the pretty wrapping paper and the food. HHmmmm, the food! I hate not being able to find just the right gift and thinking I should put more effort into it. I vaguley dislike wrapping. I can never get the bows just so. I sure do like opening though!
Why is it that I can think of 20 things I wouldnt mind opening on Christmas morning but Im danged if I can come up with even one spectacular item for my husband. He is a computer geek. A techno guy. A lover of all thats microchipped and multifunctional. None of which I understand, or can stand or want to do anything but stand on. What's wrong with on and off or up and down, I say. I digress.
What to get the love of your life who has every gadget already. Who has enough socks, and robes and CDs and tools? Mind you this is a man whose favorite jacket is this accidently shrunken red plaid farmers fake lambs wool piece. He never met a ball cap with a logo on it he didnt like. A fellow with 200 T shirts.Who after wearing slacks and tie in the office for 30 years now refuses to even wear socks. What to do??Even a lump of coal however undeserved aint original.
So Im left present challenged. Defeated by scads of ads with no hope of the coolest deal on earth...just the right gift.I wish there was a real Santa to whom I could appeal!