I told my husband Michael it would be a hard row to hoe this Christmas. After all, last year he gave me an engagement ring in my stocking on Christmas Eve. What's next? A garbage disposal?
You get my point.
I have always been annoying to buy for. Firstly, let me tell you that I will search out gifts. I have no qualms about looking in your closet, drawer, or hiding spot for what will be mine. It will be mine, yes? So what's the moral quagmire? Nothing. Move along and just accept the fact that I'm nosy and I will find it.
And yet, last year, I had NO idea that there was a diamond and sapphire engagement ring in the toe of my stocking. I was just pleased as punch to see telltale lumps of "something" in the stocking at all, as no one (meaning, the Jewish man I live with) seems to care about that I would do with even lumps of coal. When I sat down after having done the holiday dishes and saw that I had things to pull out of my formerly slim stocking, I was happy. Chocolate or oranges or olives. Whatever. Something.
What was there, however, was a change to my entire life.
Fast forward a year. I'm married. My husband is downstairs recuperating from oral surgery. I am a married woman, again. We landscaped our backyard, planned a wedding, married, and went on a honeymoon. I now have two stepdaughters, whom I insure. I have a new will. I'm married, and it all stared with a Christmas gift in a stocking.
Who knew? I didn't. And I would have looked if I'd known.
Happy Holidays all. My advice? Look in that stocking.
Causes Jessica Inclán Supports
Women for Women International Goodwill Industries Lindsey Wildlife Museum Freecycle.org