Stuck for Gift Ideas?
"But what can I get him? Every time he wants something he just buys it for himself!" He wants boxers, ma'am. Boxers and socks. Odds on, if he's not had a birthday since June (Father's Day) his are getting full of holes. He's counting on you. Don't let him down.
When you've been with someone a long time, or even not that long, thinking of stuff to get for your other half can be tricky.
This is a trite little ditty that helps me come up with a few things. I can't remember where I read the first couple of lines. Quite handy for kids, I think, sometimes there's a temptation to go batshit and get them too much. I added the rest.
Something to eat, something to read
Something you want, something you need
Something to drink, something to wear
Something to make, and something to share
If you're stuck, I hope it helps!
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
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Yes this helps a lot! Thank you!!!
Nice one. Lucky for me my husband just wants something new to eat. Haha!
I loathe shopping but your poem makes it sound easy and fun!🤩
I'm not a gift kinda person. So like joke's on whoever that thinks I'm getting something for them. But I do like buying people food and drinks. So it's good to know that counts as gifts.
For the longest time I treated gift-giving as keepsakes, something you hold onto. One year my oldest brother gave me soap on a rope for Christmas. It took me literally decades to understand how nice it was to have a gift for which I did not need a permanent space. Use it & be done with it has become worth more & more to me as the years go by.
that was a cute little poem, and certainly helpful.
Thank you! Loved the list in the form of a poem. I may even remember it when I start my list. We have way too many kids, grands, and great-grands. I told my children, I would only be getting presents for people I see at the holidays. We have a few grandchildren that we see every couple of years. They get a gift card. I will have extras on hand just in case.
Very helpful! Trying to get presents for people is so difficult as an adult! Even worse is the dreaded questions “what do you want for Christmas?” Since typically I just buy what I want when I want it, and even that list is shockingly short
Cute poem, L.C! I can't speak for the other guys, but since Christmas is during the winter, I prefer boxer-cut briefs. Free-ranging is nice when it's warm, but cozy and snug for me in the winter. TMI, I know.
Boxers and socks it is! Phew. Sorted without a drip of stress sweat spilled. Thanks, L.C.! Can you tell me the title of your book please and where I may purchase it? Ta.
I have heard part of that poem before, but it was a great reminder. My hubby does is in fact get it when he wants it, lol, so it's hard to get him anything too far in advance. Enjoyed this :)
Fun and clever, loved this little poem, LC!