Every year until I was well into my 20s, I would ask my dad what he wanted for Christmas.
And every year he would say the same thing: "Case of beer."
He was always just kidding (he gave up drinking in the early 80s), and I always knew that would be his response, but it was like a little ritual we had to go through.
As I got older, this routine of ours got somewhat annoying because I really, truly did need to know what he wanted for Christmas. It seemed so hard for him to come up with something.
Now I get it.
Let it be known that, as I enter my mid-50s, I have no idea what I want for Christmas.
Clothes, I guess. And Amazon gift cards always work. And maybe the occasional classical CD?
The reality is, I have just about everything I could want. I don't have expensive tastes, and any time I want something, I just buy it for myself.
If I were particularly smart, which I am not, I would hold off on these types of purchases from, say, September onward and allow my family to get these items for me.
But of course I forget and just buy whatever I want whenever I want it. Then this time of year rolls around and someone in the family asks what they can get me and I'm stumped.
I suspect something similar happened to my dad all those years ago.
Which is why he always ended up getting the cheap plastic desk set or picture frame I would buy from the elementary school Santa Shop. (Come to think of it, that's probably the stuff he loved the most.)
The point is, I hate making a Christmas list because I don't need anything and I really don't even want anything. Peace on earth, goodwill toward men. I'll take a heaping helping of that, if you can swing it.
Otherwise, I don't know...case of beer, I guess.
