Recently I visited my friend RG's apartment and saw that he, like me, had a Dalhousie Science Calendar. I commented that I had the same calendar, a Christmas gift. RG gave me a weird look.
"Aren't you a Science alum?" he asked. "They give you a free calendar every year."
My father has been giving me his free Dalhousie Science Calendar for Christmas for three years now.
That's not so bad, right? In fact, it's pretty selfless to give up a really awesome calendar so that I can enjoy it, right?
Well it wouldn't be so bad, if this wasn't a continuing trend in our relationship.
When I was eight or nine years old, I entered my name into a contest at my optometrist. The grand prize was a lifesized toy dog (conveniently wearing eyeglasses).
For Christmas, Santa Claus gave me a giant toy dog that was wearing eyeglasses. I think you see where I am going with this. My parents gave me the dog that I had won. I must have forgotten I entered the contest, because it wasn't until many years later that I discovered their scam.
I don't actually harbor any resentment towards my parents though, don't worry.
Showing posts with label christmas presents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christmas presents. Show all posts
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Friday, November 26, 2010
Ho ho hold on
I love Christmas time. I love the music and the food, the shopping, gift-giving and family time. Finding the perfect gift for someone gives me a little thrill.
A few days ago, at Wicker Emporium, I found the perfect gift for my Dad.
Anyone who knows my Dad, or has been to my house during the holidays, knows that he collects Santas. And I mean collects.
Since this photo was taken, more than 15 Santas have been added to the "army".
Anyway, that brings me back to my point. I found a beautiful metal Santa with a matching tree. Sounds super lame, but I know Dad will love it.
I was proven right tonight when we went to Wicker Emporium to find Dad's secretaries ornaments for their Christmas presents. Dad went right up to the display with the metal Santas, picked it up, and said he had to have it. I had to explain to Dad that it was Christmas time and he really shouldn't buy himself anything. It took a lot of convincing but we left without buying the Santa.
At least I know he's going to like it.
A few days ago, at Wicker Emporium, I found the perfect gift for my Dad.
Anyone who knows my Dad, or has been to my house during the holidays, knows that he collects Santas. And I mean collects.
Since this photo was taken, more than 15 Santas have been added to the "army".Anyway, that brings me back to my point. I found a beautiful metal Santa with a matching tree. Sounds super lame, but I know Dad will love it.
I was proven right tonight when we went to Wicker Emporium to find Dad's secretaries ornaments for their Christmas presents. Dad went right up to the display with the metal Santas, picked it up, and said he had to have it. I had to explain to Dad that it was Christmas time and he really shouldn't buy himself anything. It took a lot of convincing but we left without buying the Santa.
At least I know he's going to like it.
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