Year before last, my step father bought me the Asus on which I am working right now. Last year, mom (hilariously for so many reasons) got me an HP printer.
What is it I want for Christmas? A kitchen timer. A copy of "Up". Maybe a baby gate or even two. Maybe. Earrings. I want to see Siddy enjoy something as much as she loves her doggie blanket, the gift of the YEAR that mom got her last year. I die of the blanketed, cuddly, cozy cuteness constantly, thanks to that like $8 gift. Everything my nieces have ever made me is awesome in its own right, PLUS because it was made for me. One of those giant peppermint sticks like I used to buy for my daddy, and which he dutifully consumed every dadgum year. Something X drew. Something his kids drew, with the art supplies I gave them some years back. Scented candles. Books for my research, from the Amazon Wish List. Books NOT for my research - same list.
Extravagant gifts are amazing. This laptop has changed my life, literally. It was the tool I used to get my job. It's where I finished the novel. It keeps me in touch with those I love.
But extravagance is unfamiliar to me. Two years running, I have been humbled by it. This year - I don't think anything like that is in the offing. And that makes me so happy.
The kitchen timer, though. I seriously want that. (Bro, don't forget to remind mom ...)
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