Like me you’re probably pondering on what to get those you love for Christmas. I’ve personally spent the past three days thinking about this and have yet to come up with an answer. At first I thought perhaps I should get a coffee maker for one member of my immediate family. But this has become somewhat of a recurring event, as because of my bad eye or her copious consumption of coffee, they only tend to last a year. Now this is fine, the circle of life continues for coffee makers, but I fear it may be somewhat of a letdown for my poor mother, who is probably already clearing the side to make way for a present she expects is coming. I could in all fairness head down to the body shop, pick up a couple of those bags that smell of the French country side and be done with it. Simple. But I’m a stickler for gifts that have thought poured into them like caramel into a chocolate cup. I want what I give to my family to bring a smile to their faces and know just how much time and effort I poured over each and every one of them. Now I know what you’re thinking. “It’s not all about the presents”, “Stop being so commercial”. True, but the pure matter of fact is, I’m not taken in by all the commercial nonsense. But it’s that one time of year where you can choose to be with the one’s you love, and share in that warm fuzzy feeling that the whole nation is contented. So to show how much those around mean to you, you need to give an appropriate gift. And I’m back to the same problem I had three days ago.
To see if it made the challenge any easier I pretended I had won the lottery in order to see if the confinements of money had anything to do with over coming this new adversary. My answer in short. No. I could buy them a Cartier watch for every day of the week and clothing made out of baby seal cheeks, but it wouldn’t be anything they would really want. There is no thought in such gifts. Only higher home insurance and the threat of not getting on with vegetarians.
Like most of us I’ll end up in London searching the floors of Selfridges trying to find that one diamond in the ruff. It’s probably there. Right now. Sat on the shelf with the word ‘Perfect’ floating majestically over it. But will I find it in the biggest department store in London? You can bet you soft and fragile bits I won’t. Or if I do it’ll be the last one in the shop and I’ll have to wrestle some American tourist who’s already bought half the shop in a desperate effort to piss off the check in desk at Heathrow airport when they go home.
All I would ask of anyone who is going to get a gift for someone this Christmas is to put some thought into it. This is truly an example of quality and not quantity.
Good luck!
To see if it made the challenge any easier I pretended I had won the lottery in order to see if the confinements of money had anything to do with over coming this new adversary. My answer in short. No. I could buy them a Cartier watch for every day of the week and clothing made out of baby seal cheeks, but it wouldn’t be anything they would really want. There is no thought in such gifts. Only higher home insurance and the threat of not getting on with vegetarians.
Like most of us I’ll end up in London searching the floors of Selfridges trying to find that one diamond in the ruff. It’s probably there. Right now. Sat on the shelf with the word ‘Perfect’ floating majestically over it. But will I find it in the biggest department store in London? You can bet you soft and fragile bits I won’t. Or if I do it’ll be the last one in the shop and I’ll have to wrestle some American tourist who’s already bought half the shop in a desperate effort to piss off the check in desk at Heathrow airport when they go home.
All I would ask of anyone who is going to get a gift for someone this Christmas is to put some thought into it. This is truly an example of quality and not quantity.
Good luck!
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