Gifts. Sometimes we get gifts that we don’t want or need. Are you honest with the person who gave it to you? Or do your gift givers follow a tried-and-true wish list? If you’re returning a gift this season, what is it and why?
Here’s the thing.
I do not come from a family of wild gift givers. My Grandma Juaine was probably the most esoteric, yet passionate gift giver. Her greatest hits including giving middle school-aged me an opera tape, my brother Billy a Power Ranger and my cousin Pete a ladies’ windbreaker. These gifts were always accompanied by envelopes containing checks. It was interesting, to be sure. My cousins and I still laugh so hard we cry when we recall these Christmas scenes because every year it was something new and unpredictable.
I don’t know about you, but as an anxious gift-giver, whenever someone is opening something that I have given them, I am watching them Like A Hawk, waiting on pins and needles, hoping that they love it and if they don’t love it that they at least like it.
Anyone else here?
So I like to think that when I open gifts, hardened by years of training opening Grandma Juaine’s presents, I am able to apply the same level of enthusiasm that I hope to see in others. That is to say, that I am an Expert Level Present-Facer.
If the gift isn’t perfect? I hope you will never ever know.
In my linen closet, I have a gift basket that is (primarily) composed of candles and then an odd assortment of Things I Have Received That Were Nice But Not Quite Right For Me. When Occasions pop up, more often than not I go through that gift basket first to see if some or all of the applicable gift exists in there and if it doesn’t (or it’s not quite enough!) I head out to complete it.
And if it’s just absolutely the wrong thing in every way? I donate it without batting an eye. There is surely someone else who needs it more. I surely do not need more clutter in my house.