Quote: Tammy Moore

I usually get "functional" gifts that hubby wants. That's ok- he still hasn't used the pygmy goats.

Thanks Tammy! I now have some very festive Christmas stollen up my nose!

My worst gift ever is also one of my favorites.

My grandmother died many years ago. She had Alzheimer's disease and many other physical problems. One of the last years she was alive, my aunt tried to help her shop on her own and buy what she wanted for everyone. She was thrilled even though she wasn't very aware of who everyone was at that point.

On Christmas Eve, I got a plastic santa and reindeer yard decoration...pre-lit. I was ten! LOL! I thought of this while watching the video from the "crappy presents" thread. I never used it obviously, but I loved it. The same year, she also wrapped a gigantic pickle with my name on it and put it in the fridge. She remembered that it was my favorite food. Poor, sweet woman.

Awwww. That reminds me of a similar thing. One night my dog came running to me bringing a toy I reached down to grab the "rope" and felt stiff toes and claws on one end. Ugh!! It was so nasty, he brought me a nasty dead bird. It not the first time but it was the first time I didn't see what it was and touched it!!! My poor sweet dog.

LOL!

Nothing says, "I love you" like a freshly killed and partially dismembered carcass!

LOL I'm glad there were no entrails coming out! There's a frozen dead squirrel on the side of the road that's been there for 3 days...he tries to sneak and get it every time. :-D

I'm delighted that my husband buys me things all year long (useful stuff that I really want from farm auctions), however, he seems to have a block about buying me something at Christmas and my birthday. This suits me just fine, I have his checkbook and I know how to use it.

I bought myself a lovely pony cart for my birthday two years ago, and a reaallyy nice cordless drill last Christmas. This year I will have some very nice fleece slippers wrapped up under the tree, I'll act surprised and delighted when I open them on Christmas. I'll give him a big kiss and a "thank you!" and show it off to the kids - "Look what Dad got me, isn't it great!"

My gifts are always exactly what I want and I get a good laugh out of it, too.

I would have to say, battery powered socks that never really worked. They're supposed to keep your feet warm outside, but every time I run around outside with them on they short circut.

I guess you do have to put boots on, not like the picture on the box.

I am going to share a wonderful Christmas story from years ago from TableTalk from a wonderful lady that died herself several years ago. Watch out for blurry monitor syndrome.


Cat Lewis - 05:33 pm Pacific Time - Mar 2, 2005 - #7588 of 8928

I dunno about a single favorite toy, but I can tell you about my favorite Christmas, when ALL the toys I received were favorites. I must have been about 7 or 8 years old. We lived in the boonies in Connecticut, and my mother had left her shopping till the last minute. But for a solid two weeks before Christmas, snow and ice storms prevented her from going to the store. She had a Montgomery & Wards catalog that promised that if they received a telephone order a certain number of days before Christmas, they'd promise to deliver on time. My poor mother - it didn't occur to her that if she couldn't drive to the local store, they couldn't drive to deliver, either. On Christmas morning I came downstairs and found not a single gift. Instead, there was a huge - about a foot high and two feet wide - homemade envelope propped up against the tree. It was addressed to "Dear Catherine", and the return address was "Santa Claus, North Pole". More excited than any toy could ever elicit, I rushed to open my "letter from Santa". It said that there were so many children and so many gifts, that he just wasn't able to fit them all on his sleigh. It said that as soon as he could, he would be making a special run, just for me. I was beside myself. Couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. The very idea that Santa had written a letter just for me...and that he would be making a special run, just for me - well, it was just overwhelming. About a week later, I came downstairs and discovered that Santa had finally arrived - and there was another letter!!! He said that he was sorry for being late, but when he knew that he couldn't fit all the toys on his first run and had to leave one child out, he chose me, because he knew I was the only one that was grown up enough to understand. I don't remember another moment in my life when I felt such joy. When my mother was sick and dying, she told me that the one thing she always felt guilty for was ruining that Christmas for me. My mouth fell open. I explained to her that it had been the best Christmas I'd ever had. Suddenly she understood, and a big smile came over her face. She died the next day.

Becky,

That is so touching! What a wonderfully creative mother she must have had. This made me cry.

Beautiful Story! Thanks!