Every year my mother asks me for my Christmas List.
Like I’m five.
So I remind her that lists don’t really mean anything, since I put the Easy Bake Oven on my list every year as a child and never got it. Mom does not appreciate this comment. (to me, that joke never gets old)
So every year we have the SAME conversation about gifts.
Mom: “What do you want for Christmas?”
Me: “Well, there’s not really anything I want. Except money. And gift cards are nice. I like those.”
Mom: “I don’t want to give you money. What, I give you an envelope and you only have one present to open?”
Me: “You could wrap the bills separately.”
Mom: “Very funny. Seriously, help me out.”
Me: “But there’s nothing specific that I want.”
This isn’t entirely true. There are MANY specific things that I would like, I just want to be the one to pick them out. I’m very particular about my clothing.
But this year is different. The other day when I was at the register with my Dad at Macy’s, he offered to buy the coat for me.
Dad: “We’ll give it to you for Christmas, since your mother never knows what to buy you.”
Me: “Awesome idea. She’ll be so happy to have something to wrap up and stick under the tree.”
Later that night…
Mom: “Dad showed me your coat. It's really nice.”
Me: “Thanks. Hey – you finally have something to give me that you know I really want.”
Mom: “But you know what it is. I don’t like giving you gifts when you already know what they are.”
What’s the difference from a coat that I picked out, or a coat that I put on a list? Either way, I ALREADY KNOW ABOUT THE COAT.
Me: “I thought you’d be excited that you had something big to give me this year.”
Mom: "I guess. But I want you to be surprised, otherwise Christmas isn't fun.”