I Want To Buy You A Christmas Gift

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This old gal…

Could have told that shopping husband of hers it wasn’t necessary…no gift was needed…there were already two packages under the tree with her name on it…

Items bought by her…wrapped by her…brought from Iowa by her…just in case…just in case the past repeats itself…

That first Christmas in home away from home…the tiny tree…a few gifts beneath…no family gatherings…the bah humbugger wanting to keep it simple…

DID keep it simple…very simple…simpler than simple…to the point that on Christmas morning there was no gift for one of us from the other to unwrap…

And the little child’s heart in the old gal body broke just a little…

Because it’s not about the thing…the doodad…the vintage denim jacket…it’s about feeling special…it’s about feeing appreciated…it’s about…feeling loved…

And so every year since, there’s been a package under the tree…a package that hasn’t been needed because that man of mine has come through enthusiastically…generously…

Not due to prodding or threats or a big baby crying scene…but as if that first year was such a crazy year…it was just an oversight…

And so it is…in life…know that you are special…know that you are appreciated…know that you are loved…and make sure your people know that too…even if all you have to do is say…

I want to buy you a Christmas gift…
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And that husband of mine…agrees…