The Writing Challenge
This week’s topic: Christmas Gifts
TITLE: The Gift
It is that time of year again! I really love choosing the “perfect” give for everyone on my list except for one—my husband.
What do you buy a man who has everything, and is very, very picky about colors, patterns, styles? Nope, clothes are definitely out. I know, I know, he likes practical gifts, but I am not going to buy him socks or underwear for Christmas, and that is that!
I guess I could get him a new tool, but I really want to get him something this year that expresses my deep love for him. Somehow, a tool just does not seem to do that for me.
How about jewelry? Hmm. It is a thought, but diamonds are a girl’s best friend, not my husband's. I am his best friend!
I could write a poem; he loves poetry. OK! Maybe I will write him a poem. Oh, there is only one problem; my husband is the poet of the family. My feeble attempts do not come close to his weakest efforts. He would probably correct it and write in several suggestions which he thinks would sound better than my word choices. OK, scratch poetry!
You know that old saying, “Kissin’ don’t last, but good cooking do!”? I could make something really special—something he really likes but rarely gets. Oh, I forgot; he is on a diet, and believe me, there is nothing on his diet that is good to eat!
Are you beginning to understand my problem?
Clothes are out, tools are out, and food is out!
I could get him a book, except he already has several hundred, and I never see him reading any more. He likes video games—oh, sure, just what I want to buy him. I am already a “Zelda” widow. I am sure he would love to have a new rock CD; what a good excuse to turn the volume up so that everyone in a 10-block radius could hear it too. Oh, did I mention? I absolutely hate rock music.
Ok then, scratch books, video games, and rock music CD’s.
Sometime later . . . . (Christmas morning to be exact.)
“Oh honey, I just could not find the right gift for you, so I am afraid I do not have one.”
He reached over, grabbed my hand, drew me to him, and enveloped me in a great, big teddy bear hug.
“Darling, you have already given me the most wonderful gift any man could ever want,” he replied. “Your love. God brought you into my life 25 years ago, and I have not needed another thing since.”
Do you see why I married him? What a guy! If he was not already married, I would marry him again!
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