Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
~ “Last Christmas” by Wham!
This year we celebrated Thanksgiving and Christmas on the same day. On my favourite holiday of the year, I had to celebrate my least favourite. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am all for the birth of the baby Jesus and have no problem with gift giving – but Thanksgiving is supposed to be about no obligations, parade watching, and overeating. That is what I enjoy and this year we didn’t do that. Instead we celebrated Christmas.
Imagine my surprise when one sister showed up wearing my brand new leggings. First off, I don’t know how they even fit her since she is smaller than me; but they didn’t look all that baggy, which means they must have a lot of stretch when I wear them. LOL But, when I called her out on it, she denied that they were mine, though she was laughing and knew that she had been caught. Instead of taking the blame for the theft, she blamed our poor, defenseless mother who was a hapless accomplice. It turned out that mom mistakenly added the cute pair of leggings to a bag of stuff she thought belonged to my sister. She was WRONG!
Still, I love my sister and know that she would never ever intentionally upset me for any reason, as she is kind and loving and generous. So, I forgave her for the oversight of wearing my brand new leggings to our Thanksgiving-Christmas get-together. I believe in karma. So should you. Because within days of this magnanimous act of forgiveness, I was presented with a bag of stuff from my sister’s house. In that bag were a pair of gold strappy sandals, a sweater, a tank top, and a small, black, Nine West purse. The very black, Nine West purse that I had been seeking for two years. I bought that purse on August 28, 1999. It was a purchase made without thought to the price. My only purchase I think I have ever made where I did not ask how much something cost before I bought it. I love that purse, and I love my sister for returning it to me.
PERSONAL NOTE: I love you, Shrub!!!
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: That was my chocolate chip cookie. . .