This marginal Christmas
I got five books (Harry Potter 5, Perks of Being a Wallflower, Dorothy Parker's Complete Stories, Barrel Fever, and Naked Lunch), one sweater that's a size too large, a button-up collared shirt, once again a size too large (do I look fat? OMG complex), a hundred CD-RW discs (the gift that keeps on giving), a tape recorder (for journalism), a long-sleeved shirt and a sweatshirt that fit me just fine (because I picked them out), and a desktop calendar featuring the works of MC Escher.
I gave my mom my iPod shuffle, a shuffle case and armband, and earphones (for running). I bought my dad a running jacket and a long-sleeved shirt (a size too small). I got my sister one of those Dior perfume/body lotion/hand cream gift sets.
On Christmas Eve, our tilted tree finally tipped over and broke eight or nine ornaments, including this glass flower one that my mom loved. I'm pretty sure it was her favorite.
I gave my mom my iPod shuffle, a shuffle case and armband, and earphones (for running). I bought my dad a running jacket and a long-sleeved shirt (a size too small). I got my sister one of those Dior perfume/body lotion/hand cream gift sets.
On Christmas Eve, our tilted tree finally tipped over and broke eight or nine ornaments, including this glass flower one that my mom loved. I'm pretty sure it was her favorite.