Christmas is over and I hope you're all reeling from the after effects of good food, friends, and presents.
I was alone for Christmas, but that's okay. I'm looking ahead to next Christmas when hubby will be home for good.
Although we don't exchange presents anymore I couldn't help but reminisce about the rotten presents I've had in years past. You know the ones. We all get them.
Like the crockpot I got from Greg on our first Christmas. Who gives their new bride a crockpot? But boy, I miss it now. Who knew I would depend on it so much? Greg was obviously prescient back then. (Not so much anymore though.)
Or the Easy-Bake Oven I got from my parents. I had begged for a chemistry set. (I had visions of being the next Louis Pasteur and discovering miracle cures with my handy-dandy chemistry set.)
But did I get one?
I was like the kid from "A Christmas Story" who begged for a Red Rider BB gun and was constantly denied. My parents thought I'd be dangerous with a chemistry set. Baking was safer--and more gender-specific. This was the 60s after all.
Oh, if they only knew how wrong they were. It took me years to master any kind of edible food and only because I was forced. I didn't want my husband to starve on my cooking.
In the end I let my sisters play with the little oven while I played with their Spirograph and Thingmaker, a toy that made rubber bugs out of molds. They got the cool toys and I got an oven.
There's no justice in the world.
It's funny. I've probably had dozens of gifts I've loved, yet the most memorable were the ones (I thought) I hated.
Today, my tastes are simpler. My idea of a great present is a gift certificate for a massage, some potted herbs or heirloom seeds, or a starter bag of red wiggler worms (for my future worm farm).
But please, no Easy Bake Ovens. One was enough.
What have you always wanted, but never received?
Did you have a good Christmas?