“The Unappreciated Christmas Gift” is an entry made in a blog written by a local lady. Not real close by, but not all that far away either. Gail too is on a farm, I believe, and probably less than 50 miles away.
Her story about a bracelet she received from her mother reminded me of a gift my parents gave me when I was about 14.
When I was growing up, the extended family got together on Christmas Eve and opened gifts from each other. The wrapped presents under the tree would seem as high as the ceiling, and the kids would check the tags and hand them all out.
Early on Christmas morning, we kids would run to the living room to see what “Santa” had brought us during the night. The gifts would be set out on the couch or a chair, unwrapped, but somehow it was clear what was whose. Usually one of these gifts was a bigger-ticket item that we would never get any other time of year.
On this particular Christmas morning, my “special” gift was a one-piece Ski-doo suit.
What a disappointment that was, to me. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a Ski-doo suit! I probably tried to hide my chagrin, but Mom would’ve figured it out fairly quickly. I think the suit went back to the Sears store in exchange for something my pubescent self considered wearable.
But now! Forty years later, I’d wear that suit to go walking on the coldest winter days, if I had one.