Mercnbeth
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No politics, no philosophy, no agenda; hopefully a fun topic. I've always hated Christmas! (See that fun!) My reasoning had nothing to do with traffic, shopping, or spending. It was more along the lines of dominance and submission. I can't remember a time when I enjoyed being required or forced to do anything. Christmas required me to submit to the season and dedicate energy and time thinking about the 'perfect' gift for everyone on my list. That was problem #2. Problem #1 was my damn thought process. I couldn't just get a gift-it had to be the 'right' gift. In years past I've driven miles (before the internet) to go to one store that was rumored to have 'Cabbage Patch Dolls', 'Simon', 'Care-Bears'. I did that for everyone in my life, but it turns out the memorable missions were always child related. One year - I organized a 'Dad's Posse' with people in my building who would pick up 10 of that year's 'essential' gift for our kids. Problem #3 is I LOVE giving. I don't like waiting for the proper times, birthdays, holidays. If I see something for someone in my life, casual friend or close relative, I buy it. Ideally the person is with me to insure the right size, color, and insure my taste and style is acceptable to them. Problem #4 - I'm terrible to buy a present for the same reason I love giving. As a selfish bastard if I need something or like something - I buy it. Is doesn't leave a lot for Santa to bring me. Problem #4B is that I'm a real bad actor. I appreciate the effort of giving me something, but if it's not exciting or 'cool' or something I need/want - you don't get a big reaction from me. However sometimes, like last year, I get something 'cool' and, even better, I didn't know existed. Last year it was the telescoping camera boom so I could take pictures of beth and I with a longer than arm focal length. I loved it! Right up until 'security' at the Frankfort airport stole it from me to prevent me from hijacking the plane. Yeah - they took that hollow light weight aluminum boom that telescoped from 8 inches to 4 feet; but my fathers solid 4 foot metal cane was fine. But I digress.... That brings us to the question at hand. Christmas morning my joy is seeing people open up the stuff I got them. I love to see their reactions, hope that they are all positive, hope there isn't a disappointment in the color/style. Every year - everyone is done and I still have a pile of stuff I haven't even opened. Where do you derive your Holiday Happiness? Are you a happy giver or a happier giftee?
< Message edited by Mercnbeth -- 12/22/2009 10:03:28 AM >
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