So far, I have given wine to a couple that has stopped drinking. I gave books for five year old kids to a kid who's eight.
I presented a gift certificate that included an expensive pedicure to someone who doesn't like her feet touched.
I bought candy for someone who announced right before opening her gift that she has decided not to eat candy ever again.
I received some gorgeous gloves that are
just a bit too tight for the blood to continue flowing to my fingers.
I also got a lovely flowering plant that I accidentally left in
the car to freeze last night.
On the other end of the spectrum, I
sent some holiday flowers to a favorite aunt who called to say she not
only got a poinsettia, but a huge centerpiece and a windowbox with
three plants also arrived. That may explain why the bill seemed high.
Blockbuster had some sales on
DVD's, so after getting gift cards for family, I got myself Capote, A
History of Violence, Munich, and Syriana for a total of $19.00.
And I got to watch them all warm and fuzzy wrapped in a comforter.
I stopped by a friend's house to
give them a bottle of Starbuck's coffee liqueur I promised to buy them.
As I was leaving, they unexpectedly gave me a present too. It was
a box wrapped in lovely silver paper. I decided not to open it up until
Christmas. Inside was a bottle of Starbuck's coffee liqueur.
My neighbor from across the street
left me a delicious Christmas coffee cake -- a pecan kringle from
Wisconsin. On Christmas Eve, I gave the leftover bag of cat food
to my next door neighbor -- the one whose cat took refuge in my garage
when they left him
outside in a snowstorm. Whaddya gonna do? Their airport cab arrived to
take them on an eight day trip to DisneyWorld and the cat didn't know.
I don't usually tip hair and mani
people anything extra during the holidays because I tip very well
throughout the year, but I gave my postman a huge tip because he
organizes all my mail for me, separating the junk from the magazines,
from the personal, from the bills.
I even tipped a gas station guy who
came out of his warm sanctuary and started the pump for me when I was
all dressed up, without being asked. Even better, he was
completely surprised and couldn't have been more gracious when I gave
it to him.
All this talk about the holidays
makes me realize I haven't had any egg nog yet. Just the thought
is enough to line my arteries with a year's worth of cholesterol. Even
so, the thought isn't enough. I gotta have one glass.