One year I went Christmas shopping for my wife. We didn’t have much money, still don’t. Usually without much cash I buy a trinket and call it a present. All it really does is make me feel like I did my duty. That year was different. We had talked about our scant funds and decided that a trinket was a waste of money. If we couldn’t see something we were sure the other wanted for $20 or less then we shouldn’t buy anything. Armed with that plan I went to the Mall and began window shopping.
Low and behold Mrs. Scott from church happened upon me and asked what I was looking for. She gave me the benefit of her wisdom on what to buy a beloved wife. A diamond watch, a bottle of perfume, or a warm winter coat were perfect for the occasion. I didn’t have the heart to tell her all these things were well beyond our price range this year. She left me to my task and I searched in vain for the perfect $20 gift of love.
The next Sunday after Christmas Mrs. Scott asked Jeannette what she got for Christmas – specifically what her loving husband gave her. Jeannette thought for a bit and then remembered a shopping trip I had taken to fill a particular need. I had gotten her a mop.
Mrs. S went berserk. ‘A mop! He got you a mop for Christmas. What kind of a husband gets his wife a mop for Christmas?’ What kind of husband indeed? I didn’t have the heart to tell Mrs. S that I never got around to buying the bucket to go with it. Oh well, maybe this year.
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