Christmas Shopping Confessions

Confessions…

No.

I do not have my shopping done.

No.

I do not have my list completed.

Yes.

I wish C.R. Anthony’s still existed, who wrapped gifts for free, while you waited.

Yes.

The logos and designs on the fronts of little boy’s pajamas are disturbing this year.

Aren’t there any cowboys’ pajamas?

Is it so wrong to think a skull and crossbones is headed in the wrong direction?

 

No.

I do not like to wrap gifts- which probably ranks me lower than low

on the list of what creative women should love and be able to do.

Yes.

I have given my father, for lack of ideas for a man like my father, the

same flannel shirts, Car-hart jacket, handkerchiefs, Stetson cologne,

country western cds, and paperback books every year.

Yes.

I have been known to wrap the gift in the car on the way to the event.

Does Oprah have an oath for that?

Yes.

Curling ribbon and pre-made bows were my friend.

At least they were metallic.

You are probably using oxygen right now.

No.

It is not relaxing for me to sit on the floor

surrounded by scissors, tape, and gifts.

Yes.

I think the sticker person at my favorite

stores (Ross, Marshall’s, and TJ Maxx)

uses super glue at Christmas time.

Now I know why my grandmother Mamaw left all the prices on her gifts.

How freeing!

Yes.

I know this is not the reason for the season.

Yes.

I wish my 6 year old grandson had a cell phone, so I could ask him what everyone else in the

family wants for Christmas ,because no one else in the family will answer the phone.

I may give him one for Christmas!

Yes.

And this is the

BIGGEST CONFESSION OF ALL…

When Christmas shopping, I find things

I LIKE..

for

ME.