This has everything and nothing to do with the current pandemic. It's really not the year to get twisted into knots about what to buy me.
I don't need more stuff. And what I do need can't be bought. Sleep. More time and adventures with the grandkids, family, and friends. Peace of mind. Continued good health. Time.
So please no gifts. Please.
Christmas is my very favorite time of year. What most people hate about it, I love - all the carols, all the lights, the hustle-bustle, too-full calendar. All the corny stuff. And I love Baby Jesus. Santa. A live Christmas tree. Lights. Peppermint. Pine. Cinnamon. Oranges. All of it. I love.
But the prezzies? Nah. Don't need 'em. Please, nothing for me.
And for the record, I'm not buying you anything, either. The only ones on my list getting gifts are the grandkids, because - you know - grandkids.
If you've already bought my gift, keep it for yourself or donate it. I truly do not want anything for Christmas, including any guilt that will ensue if you get me something and I have nothing for you (because I won't have anything for you).
So sit back and enjoy your November and December without wondering what to get me for Christmas. And that will be my gift to you.
P.S. - I love Christmas cards. Be sure to send me those.
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