This christmas season, that is.
Somewhere along the line, my family has developed a sort of christmas pathology. Gifts = love. I trace it back to two family stories that I know (there may be more)
1) When she was young and just out on her own and working as a nurse, my mother, with her own money for the first time, purchased gifts for her entire family (10 siblings!) - but the gifts were stolen from her car.
2) Around 1973, my father lost his job in York, PA at McCrory's, and that year we were prepped for a slim christmas. I specifically recall that year there were plenty of presents under the tree, and I literally cried because I had been all ready for a "Little House on the Prairie" christmas (I got an orange and a pair of socks!)
Anyway, my immediate family tends to overgift with abandon.
This year things seem to be different. Three family members (mom, brother, sister) have let it be known that they'd like something large - so we are all chipping in. So that leaves one brother, a neice, and two nephews to buy for.
I'll probably pick up some smallish things, maybe something personal for mom. And Zippy is getting a little something for the kitchen / health (although she and I do not formally gift). I have a boatload of balloon calendars for clients, and I will probably pick up some gift cards for the receptionists at work, my zapper, and my stylist. Oh, and MYA needs a little something.
But all in all, not a lot of holiday madness.
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