** WARNING **
All those who hate commercialism, deplore presents, and condemn people who light up the street with their house’s decorations, DO NOT READ! Come back December 26th.
I LOVE Christmas! In all honesty, I love holidays – any of them. They are just fun excuses to give presents, dress up, have parties, and eat fancy foods. What’s not to like?
I want you all to know that my old despicably ugly tree (the skinny one) is now standing tall and proud in the church’s basement, dressed showily by the children of the church. All this to FringeMan’s chagrin. Despite telling the story of how much he hates this tree to anyone who would listen (not many), the children’s unconditional love for the rejected tree rose victoriously.
This is the ugly tree that grew in my living room last Christmas. Rudolph loved it, but Rudolph knows how it feels to be laughed at and called names.
Despite inflation, a bad economy, and a budget tighter than the waistband on my jeans (let me assure that’s pretty tight), I LOVE Christmas shopping. I see the pressure, the commercialism, and the stress, but all from a distance. I’ve just never bought into the “I buy you a gift and you reciprocate” philosophy of gift giving. It’s just not practical. some years I simply have more money than others. Some years I can buy lots of gifts and unfortunately some years I’ve barely been able to get my kids a gift; however, that’s ok…that’s reality.
The fun for me is finding THE PERFECT gift. I found that gift for my brother, the FringeBanker. It’s a bar of soap specially designed to look like a pile of dog poop. This poop is so realistic that your senses go in a tailspin when your nose catches a whiff of roses.
Poop Soap is appropriate because FringeBanker once gave my son a gooey pile of rubber poop that somehow ended up stuck on my living room ceiling, it’s stain remaining like a bad dream seared in my mind’s memory.
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Poop soap is an example of the PERFECT gift. At about $4 it fits the budget and will be remembered for years to come.
I found a few other great gifts, but this post seems to be growing like a crunched up straw wrapper that’s been dabbed with a drop of water. You ever make one of those wrapper snakes? If you haven’t, you’re missing out on one of life’s finer moments.
I want you all to know that I no longer have any clue what I’m writing about. FringeMan’s brother, Joe, popped in yesterday and is staying for a few days. Last night I was trying to write as we all sat around the table going through old pictures and talking to Joe’s old girlfriend online. She was THE one that got away. Needless to say, I couldn’t even pretend to concentrate.
Joe, let’s call him FringeSoldier, just comes from time to time. You never know when or how many people he’s got with him. BUT, his visits are always fun and anticipated by the kids.