These are busy, busy days. Christmas parties, holiday trips, and weekend after weekend spent braving the crowds at the mall and struggling home laden with packages. Not for me, though. Usually by this time, I’d be almost done with shopping for family members and am already planning the noche buena menu. But my schedule during the past months have been extra hectic and so with only one more weekend to go before the 24th, none of the items on my usual list has been ticked off. I am now as panicked as an elf with a backlog on Christmas Eve.
Being crunched for time to pick out nice gifts for my Ma and sisters does not worry me. That part’s easy because we essentially like the same things. Shopping for the nephews and nieces also follow a set pattern — I buy them toys that are either compact and clever or extra large and cheap, haha. What I dread is doing all these along with my most challenging Christmas task, the one I keep putting off: finding gifts for men — my Mr., my Dad, my brother and brothers-in-law.
Why is it so hard to buy gifts for members of the male species? Each year, I spend hours roaming the mall, puzzling over whether I should get another shirt, another book, something for the toolbox, a briefcase, a wallet, another tie. It does not help that the merchandise in the Men’s Section is limited to only three types: high-end, low-end, and utterly mediocre. Of course, history has shown that even the wisest men can be stumped for good gift ideas for their fellows (two words: frankincense and myrrh) but that’s not much comfort in crunch times like these.
Picking out something for the Mr. is even trickier because he often comes along when I shop (I help him choose gifts for his side of the family). Splitting up at the mall to purchase our gifts for each other does not mean there won’t be awkward moments.
A few Christmases ago, I entered a favorite store and saw the Mr. paying for what I instantly knew would be my gift. He did not see me and the look of gleeful surprise that I feigned on Christmas morning could’ve brought me an Oscar.
All the stress and hassle are self-inflicted, of course, for we don’t really need to do this. We don’t have to make lists, spend hours checking them off, wait in line over and over to pay for purchases, for free gift-wrapping, for a cab. But tired as we are, our shopping energy does not wane because we know we are on a quest to find the perfect gifts for our loved ones. Then as they unwrap those gifts on Christmas Day, we watch and hope they’ll be delighted. They usually are and once again, the pain in our joints and the slight burn at the edges of our credit cards are soon forgotten (or ignored).
Next year, I have no doubt, this thing will be on repeat.
So, how are you doing on the Christmas shopping? Any gift ideas for men? 😀
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