I’m not sure if my confession-of-sorts will be something you can relate to, or something that will make you say, “My goodness, you guys are seriously pathetic!”
Oh well; here it goes…
*Since having kids, we really haven’t gotten each other Christmas gifts.*
How bad are we?
We’ve had years where we’ve said, “We need to at least buy stocking stuffers,” which is something, but no where near what it was like back when we were just a couple.
And even the stocking stuffers were things we’d tell the other to buy, so there were no surprises.
So this year we made a point to make a change. I admit that we still *only* bought stocking stuffers for one another, but there were multiple stuffers this year and ALL of them were surprises for us both.
That’s a start, right?
I gave each of my 3 gifts a different title.
Gift #1 is the “Oh-My-God-That’s-The-Funniest-Thing Inside Joke” gift.
Gift #2 is the “Oh-My-God-You-Totally-Get-Me-And-I’ll-Be-The-Envy-Of-My-Friends” gift.
And Gift #3 is the “What-Is-He-Trying-To-Tell-Me-With-This” gift.
Girls, how would you feel if you got a workout game in your stocking? And how badly do you want that Twitter ornament?