I LOVE Christmas. I love to give gifts and I love to open them. However, the whole process of people getting me gifts makes me stressed out. I hate telling people "No, I really like the gift, I just maybe would have chosen a different color..." because that really means, "I don't like this gift, but I feel bad for saying it." And I do. I feel AWFUL for saying it.
When I was 5 my mom bought me a pair of pink cowboy boots. They were a soft pink leather with a glitter lightening bolt down the side and pink leather fringe. I kid you not. I think about them now and one word comes to mind: awesome. However, at age 5, I opened these boots on Christmas morning and as soon as I saw them I BURST into tears. Bawling. I hated those boots. But I was not crying because I hated them so much I was crying because I knew I was going to have to tell my mom I hated them. The whole thing seems a bit odd to me:
Don't you think the tears would have given away my extreme dislike?
Way for me to be an extremely sensitive 5 year old.
Nice style sense Bonnie. What were you thinking? Those things were money.
I feel like if I would have kept those boots I may be a country singer and not a seminary student.
So this Christmas I am bound and determined not to cry because I am afraid someone's feelings will get hurt, but even more I am going to look for a career opportunity in my gifts. My mom always tells me she wont buy me a surfboard until I learn to surf. I tell her that it's too much work to rent one, if I just owned one I would surf the waves like I was born to do it. So I just feel like this year could be the year, that someone will get me a gift that will just turn my life around, and this is what I asked for:
Gift: Exercise workout DVD
Career: I am loud enough, I could totally do that
Gift: Hanson Take the Walk Shoes
Career: Shoe Model. Missionary
Gift: Canon Digital Camera
Career: Professional Photographer. Small sales to my mom on Etsy
Surprise!!
14 years ago
2 comments:
This is why I give gift cards a lot, or ask people directly what they want. Although, I have been told on many occasions that I am a good gift giver, so I try to be personal when I can.
Merry Christmas!
Bonnie, where have you been, my bloggy friend?!?
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