is tempered each year by making the wrong gift choice. Who doesn't enjoy a challenge? Not me. After a few years of false starts and thoughtful presents developing cobwebs in the box they came in, I have a sure-fire way of pleasing the man of the house, who just happens to be the most difficult to buy for. That is, unless you have the serial number or at least model number of his particular "desire" for this Christmas.
The ghost of Christmas Past, recently reminded me of past failures, the Mitchell fishing reel that wasn't the right model. The sweaters that itched or were too tight or the wrong colour. The sports equipment usually meant a special trip to Edmonton to return it for the coveted item. Sweaters just gathered moths and dust. I have a memory of sneaking an ice fishing auger out of W. W. Arcade in downtown Edmonton. Apparently the three other vehicles I passed idling in the alley weren't anxious wives smuggling the perfect Christmas gift past the spying eye of their husbands. No, they were the drug dealers waiting to make a connection.
After all these years, you'd think I'd learnt. Nope. Last Christmas, I ordered Gary a radio, old-fashioned, a radio from Amazon. The reason being, the radio he's had for the last millennium and before, which was grease coated from years of living in the kitchen and never being wiped and had crap sound needs replacing. No and no. I now have a radio that I listen to the odd time. And in case you're wondering if I went totally off-list I had also purchased the proper gift and the radio was an attempt to surprise the man.
The Ghost of Christmas Present, hello. Yesterday I was at Canadian Tire to get the gut knife the husband ordered for his gift. You guessed, there is more than one kind of this implement...thank goodness for technology. I called and confirmed the knife to buy. Will there be stocking stuffers or anything not specifically requested? No. There will not.
And in the future, yes, there is ghost of Christmas Future. He is looking a lot like the Grinch and he is waving a list with a familiar scrawling hand writing. I'll take it as a warning. No more purchases that haven't made "the list."
Merry Christmas and happy shopping.
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