…because my family doesn’t really do that. We do things for each other when opportunities arise, and nobody really does surprises except when I buy things for people and when we buy things for my nieces, so it’s rare that my need of new shoes coincides with a certain date on the calendar.
That said, I think my pile o’ swag this year helps illustrate my point about how we do low-key, tell-me-exactly-what-you-want-and-I’ll-buy-it holidays.
I picked them out on Christmas Eve when we went to roam the place that is my temple (the used bookstore), my mom pulled out her credit card, and then she put them in a bag for me to open on Christmas when my sister and her family came over. They would be Amazing Grace: The Lives of Children and the Conscience of a Nation by Jonathan Kozol, The Child That Books Built: A Life in Reading by Francis Spufford, Edward Lear’s Nonsense Omnibus, and Bachelor Girl : 100 Years of Breaking the Rules–a Social History of Living Single by Betsy Israel, which I’m sure makes me look like a big loser.
I have been using it for about a week now and I luffs it.
And a check towards paying off the loan interest that accumulates while you’re in school (yeah, America, you’re so great and totally the land of opportunity).
I think that’s a win. I like my family a whole lot.