The Christmas Chronicles...Day 7

As the first few days of December have come upon us, I've noticed a few wrapped gifts suddenly appearing under our tree...

The kids love to get their shopping done early for each other and for us. Even at 15, 17 and 19 they still make out a list of what they would like for Christmas. And since their mother has swiss cheese for a brain and can't remember anything, the lists usually stay in my purse for most of December...and then in January, when I finally find their lists, I have to ask one of the kids, "are these the lists for last year or next year?"

When the kids were little, Mark and I would get a babysitter on a Friday night in December and hit the big blue box or Tar-shay to get the kids presents bought in one shot. We would spent about 3 or 4 hours going up and down each aisle in the toy section...Mark putting the toys that he wanted to play with on Christmas morning into the shopping cart and then I would take all the toys Mark wanted to play with on Christmas morning out of the shopping cart. It was like a little cat and mouse game we played each year...

Then after all the shopping finally got done, we would go to Outback and have our yearly dinner out without 3 pairs of hands grabbing, spilling, or hitting...it was glorious...so glorious in fact, occasionally Mark would have to bribe me with ice cream to get me into the car to go home.

When it comes to gifts for each other, Mark and I don't exchange Christmas gifts anymore...not since the pizza pan incident.

Yes, there was an incident...

We had been married a few years and the first of three kids in four years had begun to arrive so we weren't exactly concerned with getting each other something "lovey dovey". But we still planned on getting each other "something". So when Mark asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I said the following 9 little innocent words...

"whatever you pick out will be just fine, honey!"

Big mistake. This is now my patented answer to any new bride who asks me for advice...don't ever say those 9 little innocent words...ever. EVER.

Because the first time you do utter those 9 little innocent words, you'll find yourself unwrapping a 24 inch aluminum pizza pan (with the $8.99 price sticker still on the back) in front of your parents, children, in-laws and friends.

The ride home from his parents house that afternoon was very, very quiet.

Comments

ElissaFace said…
This post made me smile! Those 9 words are very deadly indeed! :) xx