|Photo courtesy of raumrot.|
How about I tell you what I'm giving all the kids who walk and talk* this Christmas? (I'm banking on the fact they don't read my blog, and since I'm their 40something aunt and they range in age from seven to 14, I think I might be right.) When I was growing up, Maggie used to give us cash and then a few little gifts she called "just junk." It could be anything: jumbo pencils, stickers, games, toys, books. I liked getting the junk (until my stuff started having stuff and her taste in junk declined). So I thought I'd buy stockings for the kids** and fill them with "just junk." The junk ranges from a t-shirt that says "I love ketchup from my head tomatoes" (to my toes) to the Survival Handbook, from cookie cutters and sprinkles to Mad Libs, from giant Hershey bars to dice and card games, from Pez dispensers to funky socks. I hope this works.
*No idea what I am getting the twins.
**At the "Dollar or Two" store; $2, of course, but they aren't as cheesy as I'd feared.