Please fill my stocking

It's the same thing each year.

A few weeks before Christmas my husband and I have "the talk,"  the Christmas talk.  Are we getting each other big gifts (no), what are we going to do for Christmas Day (go to the Christmas Day dinner with the transplant community), and last but not least I mention that he is responsible for filling my stocking.  

It's the same thing each year.

He rolls his eyes and ends the conversation when I mention the stocking.

A week before Christmas I remind him.  "Don't forget that you are responsible for filling my stocking."

He rolls his eyes and says, "I never know what to get you!"   (which by the way is so untrue.  He knows that the kitchen aisle and the paper/crafting/scissor aisle are all the further he needs to go.)


This helpful information is given to him each day until Christmas Eve when I stand in front of him and literally point to the door - "GO!"

Actually, I got that wrong.  This year around noon on the day of Christmas Eve he sighed and said, "I never did get to the store.  I'm sorry."  Like he was given a pass because it was just a few minutes past noon.  Ha!!  Then, I stood in front of him, pointed to the door and said go.

I don't know why he does that because, just like every year, he comes home with a huge grin on his face, carrying three or four bags from Target saying, "I don't think all of this will fit in your stocking, is that OK?"

Then he spends about 20 minutes wrapping up a few things.
You know that I have already set up a wrapping station for him so it's easy.

And he can just hardly wait until I get to dive into my stocking.

This year in my stocking I received...

dishcloths
pot holders
sharpies
a brand new box of 64 Crayons
(he was so tickled.  He said, "It's been a long time since I've gotten you a new box of those and look on the back, you can upload a photo on the Crayola site and turn those into coloring pages!")
a package of pens on a rope
A two pack of scissors
multi colored silicone spatulas
some candies and a few other kitchen goodies.

This is exactly the type of things we both love to give and receive.  I was pleased as punch!  I loved my stocking.  And he really did have a great time shopping for all of it.  I don't know why he resists so much.  I'm actually surprised that he didn't buy me a package of Post-its.  That's usually a guaranteed Tom gift to me.

I gave him - a bacon press, new plastic cutting board, Salt and Pepper grinder set, some Penzey's Spices and two of those long handled back scratchers.  And probably a few other things I can't remember right now.  We tend to give upgrades to our worn out kitchen tools as gifts.   I like that.


Am I the only one that has to go through this?  I doubt it, but it sure feels that way.

I hope you have a wonderful day!
Kristin