Growing up with a mother like mine meant that the holidays (ALL of them) would be greeted with moans and groans by Dad and I while mom’s head almost popped off from shear excitement. My mother doesn’t celebrate holidays, she DOES holidays. She has holiday related decorations, foods, clothes, happies, and let’s not forget songs and skits. My mother is her own band of traveling gypsies and man can she put on a show. Anyone who has ever met my mother knows what I am talking about. The woman can make a visit to the OB/GYN an party, she doesn’t bother making lemonade out of lemons…after making her own potpourri, dessert, jewelry, and cleaner there are none left. After a weekend full of baking, house decorating, and craft making she and my dad took Cheetah on a shopping excursion.
She had the idea that he could pick out some presents that he could give to people…he was allowed to pick whatever he wanted. When I went to pick him up, she was beaming; everyone was so excited about the choices that he made for presents and promised that no one would be disappointed. Cheetah was so excited to help pass out the presents on Christmas Eve; he was all smiles and had an explanation for each gift. They were a HUGE hit!
For the great aunts (most of them got the same gift) he opted for a shower puff; the reasoning, “my aunts all smell nice and ladies are always telling me to bathe so they’ll love it”.
Tarzan got a puzzle, and a slinky, “so he’ll stop playing with mine”.
I got chapstick in HIS favorite flavor, some toenail polish (he does know me) and some reindeer socks.
For his Granny he bought her a new spatula “to help her make Mac and cheese”. For the great uncle who plays in a band, he bought a Penguins of Madagascar calendar so, “he’ll remember all his gigs”. For the great uncle who has everything, popcorn bowls since “popcorn is diabetic, right Momma?!” For his uncle Ty he got a ’Lemonheads’ filled ornament because “it’s his favorite candy, duh.” For his Nana a small spatula, which broke Cheetah said, “that’s ok she doesn’t really like to cook”. For his Papaw he got him some coffee, “because he has to wake up early and fix breakfasts”.
But my favorite was a pair of candy cane antlers with bows, “Uncle Jackie LOVES bows” (bow HUNTING that is).