I remember when I was a kid. I would ask for shiny, pretty stuff. Stuffed animals. Books. A guitar. A pony. Not that I got a pony, mind you, but the point was in the asking. There was that one memorable Christmas when I was five when I asked for a My Little Pony castle, and dad put it together so it was all set up on the dining room table when I walked downstairs… ah, memories.
Now as I have hit the college years I find my gift list has drastically changed. My brother, who is two years older, still asks for video games and comic books. Meanwhile, I find myself asking for <shudder> practical things.
This year I told mom and dad with no trace of irony that I wanted money to offset the cost of a used laptop. A battery recharger. One book, one movie. And socks. I asked for SOCKS.
The rational part of my brain is saying, “Well, all of your socks are falling apart and you should have asked for underwear too…”
Hey, cheer up! You could always get those socks with the toes, or the one with little people faces on them. I have a pair of powerpuff girl socks that my husband got for me.
I asked for Tupperware, if it makes you feel better.
As it is, I’m embarrassed to ask anyone for Christmas stuff this year- I just got unbelieveable quantities of stuff at my bridal shower, and I can’t think of anything else I need.
I guess sparkly things would be nice, though. And another dance classcard. And another kitten. And a pony…
I almost asked for a new laundry basket but luckily, I forgot mine was cracked. My sister requested “funky socks” for Christmas every year, so maybe you’ll be lucky and get those.
My adult son still gets socks and underwear for Christmas. I asked for socks a couple years ago. I’m not sure what I want for Christmas this year. I better start pondering that question or I’ll end up with a rock!
I ask for nothing*. And this year, thanks to my future in-laws, I will be getting much more than nothing. In spades. FILs (future in laws) do not care that I do not like getting presents or being acknowledged for giving them. Really, truly, they do not. So, sensing their idea of “compromise” is “you’ll do what we want and like it”, I started to try to sell them on the idea of getting me something B (fiancee) and I can both use.
I’m not sure they even will go with that.
We’re moving, B and I, up to this area for the next year or so. We’re looking forward to doing holidays solo, though she might ahve to pop down to where she is now to see them for a day or two.
I worship the year when we do not have to make the trek to see them. At all. And they do not come up to see us.
*I asked them to let B spend christmas with me and my family. Adamantly refused (they don’t seem to understand compromise. Only “do things out way”). I’m getting rather tired of their “this way is our way, this is the only way…” attitude.
If I had a boat, I’d go out on the ocean.
And if I had a pony, I’d ride him on my boat.
And we could altogether go out on the ocean,
me upon my pony on my boat.
(Lyle Lovett)
My elderly father has decided that his children had a pony when we were young. The past couple of years he’s frequently reminisced about giving us the pony for Christmas and how much we loved it. We just play along.
I asked for socks for Christmas. Actually, since my birthday in at the end of November, my Christmas list is also used as a birthday list and I got my socks for my birthday instead. But I asked for them for Christmas.
And I like 'em. They’re real nice socks. Wool. Not too itchy.
-Rue.
Don’t worry about it. I realized that I have no choice but to ask for stuff I need right now, so I did. I am getting a little bit of extra winter clothes from my family, but other than that, I have no clue whether I’m getting anything fun at all. If it burns, I can’t bring it up here, so no biggie. I’m supposed to clean out my fridge and unplug everything for inspection tomorrow morning, and I really don’t want to. I’m avoiding it as long as possible.
I’d ask for more undergarments, except for the fact that I’m just going to be given money to buy them on my own. My family has this “there’s a certain age when you stop buying underwear for other people” policy that’s kicked in for me a few years ago. Thank God; I always hated opening up packages of underwear in front of people.
I hadn’t even thought about what I wanted.
Anyway, my family and I have a pact. I don’t buy them anything, they don’t buy me anything. We’ve had it going for years now…
And my birthday’s soon. Oooh…
[I already have the funkiest socks on the planet. They’re pink and purple and white, candy-striped, with toes and tassels around the top. They completely rock]
I have knee-high purple and black striped socks on. They’re cool. For Christmas this year I got a friend from Iowa some socks with pigs on them. Hooray for the red, pork, and blue!
Every year everyone in my family makes a list of the things they want for Christimas. These things are either A.) too expensive to buy for yourself or B.) Too unexciting to shell out your own money for. So because everyone in my family is poor, you open a whole lot of unexciting presents Christmas day. This year, I’m BUCKING the system. That’s right. Bucking. I told everyone to surprise me. And keep the recepts.
Anyway, when you’re enjoying nice warm toes, andy, I’ll probably be faking excitment over bad presents. woo.
