Well, here we are. The twins’ first Christmas (“holiday” if I wanted to be politically correct and appeal to a wider audience). So, what do we buy the twins who are not quite 4 1/2 months old? Nada. Nothing. Zip. Zilch.
“Heartless”, you exclaim in utter exasperation. Is it? Humor me for a moment. Do you remember your first holiday? Your first holiday gift? The first Christmas gift I remember receiving was a stainless steel* Snoopy fork and spoon set from Santa, which are now apparently considered vintage. Really? Anyway… best guess is that I was 2, maybe 3 when I received those.
So, after an almost $200,000 two-week retreat at the hospital this year, each in their own little personal condo, being waited on hand and foot (more of a vacation than Pete and I have had since our honeymoon, or will have again anytime soon), I think they’ll be just fine.
This year we’ll donate to the “Save Snoopy” fund. Save him for next year.
*No snide remarks, Pete. I’ll come out with the stainless steel story once I’ve fully accepted my ridiculous stupidity.
They are not getting gifts until they:
A. Know what the gift is.
B. Know that it came from us.
P.S. They are also not going to have a birthday party until they can ask for one…and I still reserve the right to say NO!
Man, and I thought I was sarcastic. Sure hon… we won’t throw them a first birthday party. Just like we weren’t going to bother with a Christmas tree this year, which looks lovely, I must say.