I assessed the gift situation and made a plan. Each person was evaluated and our decisions finalized. Armed with keys, a list, and the trusty debit card (Lord please don’t let the magnetic strip die now), we braved the frigid desert afternoon and invaded every store in a five mile radius. (Sorry, there aren’t any stores outside a five mile radius. I worked with what I had! Sue me. No wait, don’t. That debit card is a little empty this evening.)
As usual, some were easy to shop for, others hard, and the rest we decided needed the gift of our love and affection- and nothing else. Just kidding. This or that, good or not? Is it a true gift or are we just buying to be buying? (we really don’t like buying a gift just because we need a gift. We want to GIVE a gift.)
Home with our packages we flew, wrapped them beautifully, shoved them under the tree. Life is good. Life is very good.
*blinks* Eyes barely stretch open. I glance under the tree after my nap and realize… I haven’t left yet?