I know I’m not the only one with these difficult dilemmas
Okay, I get that the wisest of all men specifically refers to accepting gifts, but hey, I’m determined to live a really long life. So I take it up a notch and hate it both ways.
Don’t get me wrong. Once a gift is carefully chosen and purchased, the poem written, and the entire thing wrapped and hidden, I look forward to seeing the recipient’s face light up. I also take great pleasure in showing appreciation to the many special people who’ve touched my life over the year.
But until that happens — until the gift wrapping is finally unwrapped and the recipient’s face does, in fact, light up — gifts fill me with dread. Here’s why:
1. We’re talking about Chanukah gifts, but for some reason, certain little people confuse the thing with afikomen. A gift you ask for loses the title gift, sweeties, and I’m sorry, but Gameboys are still not welcome in our house.
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