Merry Christmas! Buy your child a toy, and tell her it’s from her grandmother. And the socks. Kids always need more socks; I think mine eat them.
My mother sent me the same velour sweatsuit she sent me last year! I will tell her it’s the wrong size (which it is) and exchange it for something different after I find out where she bought it.
That’s what we do, because it is heartwrenching to hear your four year old ask, “Where’s my gift to open?”
Never again.
And the year she got the socks, the other kids got toys. That one is named after the woman as well.
Okay, so I’m going to go watch James Marsden sing “Nicest Kids in Town” now and thank God for my MIL.
Merry Christmas ladies!
I was very fortunate in that my MIL had an innate knack for finding just the right present. Alas, she passed away within weeks after we married and our daughter was not blessed with meeting her grandmother. Thankfully both my husband and his sister inheritted Mom’s knack for just the right present (in hubby’s case, if he puts his mind to it)!
I bought my grandmother a plaque with a religious inscription. Three years later I open my present... it’s the plaque minus the brass holder, so there is a hole on the top. I never said anything... But I took four extra pieces of fudge to make up for it.
“Merry Christmas! Buy your child a toy, and tell her it’s from her grandmother.”
Just what I was thinking.