Christmas makes me nervous.
Not because I don’t love spending time with my family, nor because I dread giving people food poisoning from an underdone turkey. I don’t even get worried about getting drunk and saying something rude in front of my grandparents.
No. The reason Christmas makes me nervous is because every year I worry I’m going to get another awful present from my other half and I’m going to have to pretend I like it.
Please don’t think I’m being mean or ungrateful, I’m really not. He makes such an effort, he really does. But I don’t know how you can be with someone for 6 years and have absolutely no idea about their tastes!
The best/worst gift I ever got was – wait for it – an ice-skating crystal bear. Yup, you heard right. An ice-skating crystal bear.
Does your partner do better with the present-buying than mine? I’d love to hear your horror stories…