When I was about 6 yrs old I remember going to my Tia Dorothy’s house on Christmas Night. Her kids were 12-16 years older than me and my brother and, as such, their presents were wildly different from the Barbies and GI Joes we got. I was appalled at the paltry couple of boxes with (gasp!) PANTS! displayed. Or (shriek!) a sweater. A SWEATER? That’s what your mom got you at the start of the school year! Where the dolls iz? Where the BARBIE clothes (and house)? Not even a cool book!
Serious question: do people still display gifts? It’s been years since we’ve had an actual tree and I hate all the clutter (this is a tiny house) so once you open your dangblasted gifts you take them to wherever I cannot see them. And we generally do not travel on Christmas so by the time I actually get to someone’s house their gifts are long gone. But when I was a kid we had to tidy up after the Morning Frenzy and then place all our gifts on pretty display under the tree. We could play with them, of course, but they had to go back under the tree (for how long I don’t remember). Is that still a thing?
Anyhoo, we’re now in the enviable position of having pretty much everything we want (except that house in Careyes and that 11cwt emerald-cut solitaire) and I’ve learned the hard way to not get too creative with gifts for El O – even tool-related ‘creatives’ tend to fall flat and I find them, still in their packaging, a year later. I just found the Milwaukee angle-inserts I was so jazzed to give him (last year). On his desk. Never opened. I had very uncharitable thoughts of just how to use those ‘inserts’.
So. We are my cousins now. At least he is. He’s getting socks. Really. His feet always hurt and they get cold, so I found no-bind cashmere socks and some Zombie Tactical angora socks. Tires for his truck. If I were 6 I would be appalled!
Is that how it happens? One day you’re buzzin’ cuz you got a GI Joe with the Kung-fu grip…and the next you’re all ‘hey, thanks for the socks’.
But! Surprize, surprise,SurPRIZE! All that is offset by watching the New 6s having a ball with the ‘real’ presents! We were just in WI, visiting our grandkids (6,4 & 18mos) and every last bit of that ‘bah, humbug’ went out the window at the sight of the 6yr old deep in consultation with El O about how to assemble his new remote control helicopter while dad was busy assembling the baby’s tricycle. The 4yr old and I had a very nice time changing the 2 new Barbies’ clothes (okay, Survey Time: were you Clothes Immediately OFF or Keep Clothes ON ?). I was transported back to my own 6yr old self when we were changing out Barbie’s shoes. Something about the shoes always felt 50% Cinderella & 50% Moving Toyshop (ooh! speaking of GREAT books – if you can find it, get Edmund Crispin’s The Moving Toyshop (first in his Gervase Fen series). I read this 40 years ago and am just now re-reading it. Hysterical and wonderfully written! I’m giving that book to several of my reader friends next year!
I guess, for me, the best part of Adulting for Christimas lies in giving. The past decade or so I’ve gotten a huge kick out of giving fun, inventive gifts for family and friends – and sometimes even clients. This year I had a blast putting together a gift basket for a client who adores……oatmeal! Between the niche oatmeals and the fun spices and sugars from The Spice House, I had more fun than I could’ve ever supposed. And his delight as he went through the basket was even more fun! You know you ‘done right’ when you and some hulky guy both start squealing over whole nutmegs! lol! El O thinks we are nuts! We are! We’re Nutsmegs! Okay, I’ll stop.
If you celebrate Christmas, how was yours? Ours was nice, with the cubs coming to visit on Saturday & Sunday. Tell me how you spent your weekend (non-holiday stories welcome, too!). I’ll have The Girl (who got a nice bag of organic chicken treats for Christmas) pull a name or two and we’ll send some fragrant fun your way!
ps. he LOVED the socks.