Shaun and I were still dewy eyed newlyweds existing on generic mac and cheese when our first Christmas rolled around. We were still in school, waiting tables and pretty much broke. The idea of spoiling anyone with an extravagant holiday was laughable. We decided that we would bake homemade treats for friends and family and refrain from purchasing anything for each other. To me, that meant I should only get My Beloved little tiny things and only splurge on something kinda big. Shaun, on the other hand, is such a rule follower that he won’t even cheat at Monopoly. I guess I hadn’t really realized that yet.
On Christmas morning, I eagerly dragged Shaun to our tiny front room and the presents I had snuck underneath our tree. The immediate panic on his face told me that he had done exactly as we agreed on and not gotten me a single thing. I tried my best to hide my disappointment, but
with all the tears steaming down my face being the sensitive kinda guy he is, Shaun saw right through me.
Ever since that first Christmas, Shaun goes into a panic whenever a traditional gift-giving holiday approaches. He tends to get a little angry at the pressure he (and society) puts on him and demands to know what I want. I, on the other hand, have always tended to feel that if he really loved me he would just know what I wanted in my heart of hearts. (After all, I can almost always find the perfect gift for him!) Through the years I have tried leaving broad hints and have resorted to leaving lists in very visible places. This isn’t really a good option though, because Shaun feels that just getting things on a shopping list defeats the whole purpose.
This year seems to be tougher than ever. I am happy to be able to say that I want for nothing. I have a sturdy home, a beautiful family, too many pets. I’m just not very materialistic. I have friends that swoon for jewels or shoes or whatever…those kind of things just don’t really do anything for me.
So, when Shaun asked me what I would like again this morning, I had a suggestion ready for him. I proposed that we not exchange gifts with each other this year. Shaun’s eyes nearly popped out. “Oh no! I fell for that once before” he shouted. “I’m not going to fall for that one again!”
Oh well…it was worth a shot. Now all I have to do is figure out what I’m dying to have…