The boss
enjoyed an annual holiday on far distant shores and messaged the question that
is music to all ears, ‘What’s on your shopping list?’ All I asked for was a
pair of boxing gloves and a voodoo doll. Simple, innocuous and definitely not
hard to get.
When the
boss returned, duly possessed of all the goody bags, we swooped and opened amid
oohs and aahs. Yes, I got my boxing
gloves even though they’re ‘miniature’ reminders of this year’s FIFA Cup and will
never cause anyone damage (they are also my one and only football souvenir!). Instead
of the voodoo doll, I got a monkey and I’m still figuring out who qualifies.
The ‘eager beaver Mountie’ key-chain is definitely me and has been immediately
put to use. But of all the items out of a bagful the one that touched me most
was the unasked for crochet book. That a
big, burly, rugged outdoor person went to the trouble of searching in bookshops
for something as delicate as crochet says something of the man! Now, I wonder whether
I should present him with the first fruits of my labour – the prettiest,
laciest doily in the book??!!
It is only
when we receive that we realise the delight that gifts bring with them, because
every gift contains a little bit of the giver – a reminder of associations, the
creation of memories and a smile banked for the future.
For all of
my gifts – requested and unasked – THANK YOU!
