I can’t help it. I see something that would be SO perfect for my lit-major niece, my gourmet cook husband, my fantastic sister, my entire writers’ group … I have to buy it for them. Even if I have already bought them several gifts already. If it’s someone close to me, I might pick up gifts for them all year long as I find them, and then not remember come Christmas just how much I’ve accumulated (got that trait from my Nana) or remember where they are at all. Better is to give someone a gift when I find it, “just because”—and anyway, aren’t those unexpected gifts the best ones of all? I love finding the “perfect” gift for someone—and even if it’s not, well, it gave me a lot of pleasure! When those boxes arrive, if it’s as if I’ve gotten a gift myself.
PHOTO BY CHRIS EVERARD VIA A GIFT-WRAPPED LIFE.