I thought I would share with everyone my Christmas tale. Every year, my family asks me what I would like for Christmas, and every year I tell them that I do not need anything and that they needn't bother. Of course this leads to booing and hissing from the family unit. So this year, I made a list. A very comprehensive list. I gave it to all those persons who profess to be my loved ones. Thinking that this year I saved myself a trip to the store to buy the things on my list, I eagerly awaited Christmas morning.
While my family opened their gifts and oohed and ahhed over each package, I was left shaking my head. See, my family in their infinite wisdom chose not to honor my list in the least. In fact, I did not receive one gift off my list. Don't get me wrong, the fuzzy slippers were nice, too small, but nice. I also liked the picture frames sans pictures and the sorry excuse for a briefcase that I received (oh, and did I mention the towels?) My family got what they asked for from me. Geez! However, I had taken time out of my busy schedule to write a list, the least my loving family could do was buy me a copy of MASH Season 7.
The moral of this tragic story is of course to cease writing lists. No, not I, I intend to write the same list over and over and over again, until I receive at least one of the items on it from at least one of my so called loved ones.
While I realize that it isn't the gift but the thought, I also expected the family unit to put some thought into it! Perhaps next year I will tell them all, I dislike your thoughts, get me a BB gun!
Enough now! Happy New Year. Or as my young charge puts it, Happy Ear Ear!
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