When I think of a memorable Christmas gift, I think of my father and his ability to ALWAYS give the wrong thing. He was forever buying my mother a Christmas gift such as a new sweeper, a new iron and ironing board, new pots and pans. One year I remember a new broom and sponge mop. You know, those personal gifts that make you feel like a truly loved woman.
When my sister and I got older we tried to help, and explained that was not the kind of gift Mom had been hoping for, so that year he bought her a SCANNER!
To this day we are not allowed to say that word SC_ _ _ _ _ if Mom is in the room.
Truth!!
