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  • Writer's pictureClarke Wallace

ANOTHER CHRISTMAS? WILD!

I must admit I’m not my best at Christmastime. Probably because buying something for someone close always leaves me wondering if they‘ll like it? Will they ever wear it? Use it?


At a party sometime later you see them not wearing that wool sweater you gave them.

Not that they should have to wear it right away. But it would be a nice gesture if they did, knowing we’d be at the same dinner party.


It’s easy for women to buy for male friends or husbands. We’re open for anything. Sweaters, shirts – no ties please – or whatever. New tires for a relatively older car that’s kept around because it’s a soft top.


Buying a present for my wife Rosanne always befuddles me. She might mention something she’s thinking of buying for herself earlier in the year and does so before I have a chance to, and should have earlier.


I’ve got the answer. Get out a recent catalogue or whatever. Hand it to her. “Give me an idea,” I say.

Rosanne flips through it, stops at the purses. She points to one and voila, I’m pleased.


It’s a nice soft brown leather with straps to put over a shoulder and shorter ones for just carrying it.


Author’s comment: It’s Christmas day. We don’t open presents until our son, Nathaniel, comes, living not far away. She might not be surprised with hers, but both know she’ll love it.

Merry Christmas by the way.

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