I know I said the other day that Mr. PunditMom and I don’t exchange major gifts this time of year, but I do want to get him a little something.
I came up with what I thought was a good idea for the little Chanukah gift, but I’m at a loss even for a few stocking stuffers for 12/25.
If you’ll allow me to mix traditions, I know this is my mishigas and not his.
D. says, (and I believe him), that there isn’t anything he really wants that I can buy him at the mall or online — the thing he’d really like to have is more time with me and Rachel, but at the moment job demands aren’t lining up with the stars on that one.
But the thought of someone not having something to open on Christmas morning, even if Christmas isn’t your holiday, is anathema to me.
I know the whole need to give gifts and making sure that no one feels left out is my thing, having grown up with the Santa Claus fantasy. As a guy who does Chanukah, D. doesn’t have that ingrained obsession with this December tradition the way I do.
So here I am, T minus eight days and counting to St. Nick’s arrival, still grappling with how to find something meaningful to give him, not just some thing that will be another needless object to file, stack, hide or re-gift.
I’m hoping for a brainstorm, and soon, but the creativity forecast isn’t looking good today.