Sigh. So I just wrapped my own christmas presents.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
1

So I’m staying with the ex and our little girl over the holidays. They left town on Monday to visit her family (best part of bein’ exes is I don’t have to deal with the In-Laws at all) and are not returning until X-mas Eve. Chole asked me as a fovor to wrap up Little Bit’s presents if possible while they were away. No problem, I thought. Until I got to this one bag. Mixed in with a couple kids DVD’s are two presents just for me. Um, oops. There is no way I can play this as if I haven’t seen them. I can’t really leave just that one bag and say I couldn’t quite get to it, that just makes it more obvious. So, I said screw it, wrapped them up, and Chole may or may not be releived that she doesn’t have to wrap them upon her return.

So, anyone else know what they are getting for christmas?

2

Don’t know what I’m getting but the only present I’m getting this year was sent to me from my ex gf who moved to FL.

3

I asked my husband for one thing only, insisting I couldn’t think of anything else. It arrived a couple nights ago in an unmistakeable box, so I just - having beaten him home from work - simply opened it on the spot. He arrived home expecting I’d done so, anyway.

4

Well, Chanukah, but yes. Seems to me we’ve been asking each other what we want for Chanukah since I was a teenager. My mom always calls up a few weeks before my birthday or Chanukah to ask. I’ve gotten used to it; the only thing that bugs me is that I have to ask for something that’s less than $50 or she’ll get all persnickety on me. Meh; ya have to understand my family…

OTOH, I really hate getting clueless gifts from my girlfriends/wives/whatevers. One bought me a full ensemble of of outdoor jacket, sweater, and turtleneck shirt. They looked, well, the first word that comes to mind is “horrible.” I smiled sweetly and thanked her. :rolleyes:

Clearly I’m gonna be disappointed until I find the woman who’s rich enough to buy me a Porsche 550 A Spyder.

5

when I was about 10 or so, and my sister 7, my parents when out and sis and I went hunting through the closests to find our Christmas gifts. The only thing we found were pajamas - the fuzzy kind with feet. YAY! We kept digging for the rest of our stuff, but that was the only thing we found.

It was also the only thing we opened on Christmas from my parents.

When I look back it’s obvious that my parents were having a financially tough year. I’m not sure if that makes it worse or better. It was the last time I really cared about what I got for Christmas.

6

Well I accidentally intercepted an email from amazon.com that the earrings had been sent. (My SO and I have individual email accounts and one we both use.)

So, let’s put it this way, I had better be getting earrings!

7

I have no clue about what I’m getting this year - not even an inkling.

However, today, my husband and I went shopping for gifts for “rip off” - a game that both his mother’s and father’s sides of the family play, where you buy a gift for a certain amount, wrap it, then the whole one person gets to pick first, opens one, if someone else likes it on their turn they can take it and the other person picks another present, etc. It’s an okay game when done right.

So, while shopping for these gifts, you generally try to pick something that you yourself would like, so you can try to get it back during the game. But not something you want too badly, so if you see something else pretty nifty, you can go after that instead. I picked up a bath lotion set (heh, keep the men’s paws off, at least - maybe… unless they need an emergency girlfriend/SO gift! :eek: )

My husband began to wander down his favourite aisle: board games, card games, etc. Games you can play with your family. He adores them. You see, I already knew this, and so I bought him the board game Sorry!, and a nice set of dominoes in a rosewood box. As we wandered, I kept my lips zipped tight, and just let him gaze at the many, many games on the shelves. Finally, after deeply contemplating his options, he picked up a cheap box of dominoes, and was thinking of getting a board game to go with it to bring the gift up to the $20 mark. I decided this was Not Good, since he would try very hard to get those games back. And he has a bad habit of winning what he goes after, every year. I mentioned something about him maybe steering clear of the games, he was making me a little nervous. That was big hint number one. He got the hint, smiled, and moved away from the games. Whew. While he was rummaging around in the automotive department, I took the dominoes out of the cart and set them on a nearby shelf.

Eventually, as we are finishing up shopping, and he is tallying the cart up in his head, he notices the dominoes are gone.

Him: “Hey, where did the dominoes go?”

Me: “What dominoes?”

Him: “The dominoes I picked up for the $20 rip-off.”

Me: “I don’t remember any dominoes.”

Him: “Yes, yes you do! Remember, when you told me we should steer clear of the games?”

I made the Jedi mind trick motion. “You never saw any dominoes.”

Finally, it sunk in, and the goon couldn’t stop grinning. “Okay. Alright. I didn’t see any dominoes.” He glances at me sideways, then gives me a huge hug. I make the Jedi mind trick motion again. “Forget this ever happened.”

8

I know what I’m getting from my 7yo son for Christmas this year…he told me the other day. Out of the blue…just walked up to me and said, “It’s a pitcher.” I was like, “What is?” So he went on to tell me his gift to me is a pitcher very much like, but not exactly like the one that broke this summer.

I told him he wasn’t supposed to tell. It’s supposed to be surprise. He said he was telling me to make me feel better. “You know, Mom. So you can relax.”

It turns out he had remembered a conversation we’d had some time earlier where I was telling him how when I was a kid I was so anxious about Christmas presents and not knowing if I would like them (yes, I was a strange kid) that I would search all the hiding places until I found one present I knew was for me. Then I could relax.

Poor sweet kid, took it to heart and stewed over it until he decided I would be better off knowing what he was giving me than not knowing. Best Christmas gift from my child…the gift of peace he was trying to giving me.

9

I know what I’m getting…a new space heater for my room and a book. I wanted a new space heater because the old one is hard to turn off and on, and I always have to have someone else do it for me. That’s all I really wanted, that and some bootie slippers to keep my feet warm. My daughter asked me if I had a certain book by Pratchett yet, and I said that I didn’t…so I’m sure I’m getting Thud! for Xmas as well. I might get some other things, but I really just wanted some easy warmth in my life, and the new book is good, too.

My husband knows what he’s getting, because he was there when it was delivered. It has a big picture of the items on the box. It’s what he asked for, anyway.

10

I did something like that with my mom, but without the geek reference; I went for the political slant instead. Her birthday was in October, so as one of her presents I knit her a stocking cap with a cabled band, out of some wonderfully soft, hand-spun and hand-dyed (not by me) merino wool. A week ago she told me how much she loved the cap and how she’d been getting a lot of use out of it. Then she asked if, by chance, I might’ve made a matching scarf for Christmas. Damn, she knows me too well. My response was out of Congressional hearings, “I can neither confirm nor deny that.” She chuckled.

11

Yeah. Mom is the only one who buys me anything and she just buys the stuff right off my wish list on Amazon. I can pretty much count on it being everything withing a 150 dollar limit.

12

I got an email from my oldest sister the other day. The subject line was [FW: Have you gotten a gift for lorene yet?] The email had started with my other sister, and in it they were discussing a Christmas gift for me. At the very end, there was an exchange about our mother’s birthday in January and, rather than send me a new email to discuss the birthday, my sister forwarded the one which contained info about my gift. Not sure how she didn’t realize what she was doing, but hey, it happens to the best of us.

So, I think I know what I’m getting. On the plus side, it is a wonderful gift and shows that my sister listens carefully. Also, this is something that I had wanted my husband to get for me, so when he kept asking what I want for Christmas, I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t getting me this one gift. Turns out that my sister had already talked to him about getting this for me.

13

Not this year but last year. I’m a single mom and a friend had very kindly taken my son out to pick a present for me. I didn’t know where they had gone, and she kept the gift at her house. A few days later I was driving with my kid in the backseat when the “Christmas Shoes” song came on. As I snapped the radio off I declared firmly that “Shoes are a terrible gift!” The gasp from the back seat stopped my heart. Then I watched his angelic face crumple in the rearview mirror, and then the crying. ''Mommy, I’m so-o-o-o sorry!" and more crying. (They were slippers, and I love them and all was right in the end but for 3 long minutes last December I was the worst mother in the world.)

14

About four days ago, I called Mom (82), and she asks what I want for Christmas. I told her a cheap digital camera. She says, “Would you mind buying it yourself, and then I’ll pay you back the money?”
It would take a major act of God to get me back in the stores at this point, but I said, “Sure, Mom.”
Then she calls back and says she’s going to get it for me. “A vigitable camera, right?”
“No, Mom – a digital camera.”
“That’s what I said – a vigitable camera.”
“It’s a digital camera, Mom. Would you like me to spell it for you so you can write it down?”
“No, I’ve got it . . . a vigitable camera.”

I guess I’ll be getting a vigitable camera.

15

Excellent! When you get it, let me know what it does. :slight_smile:

16

I knew what I was getting from my husband–a special-squishy-foam pillow. He took me to the store so I could pick out the one I liked best.