Tim is a good person, but he's never really mastered the art of gift giving. It's not for lack of a teacher. Lord knows, I've tried. But despite all that, there's still those bright and shining moments when (Tada!) I open a gift bag (he also hates to wrap) and pull out my bright and shining new can opener.
He's getting better. He knows how I love my earrings, and so he will buy a half dozen pairs of them and call it good. The same with candles.
This year it began once again: 'What should I get you for Christmas?'
This year, buoyed by the fact that he actually participated in decorating the tree, I tried again. "Tim, look at me."
"What are things that I like?"
And he looked.
"We've been married for 24 years. Surely, you can think of things that I like."
He looked. Cleared his throat. "Sweaters?"
"Yes! I do like sweaters. Big bulky ones, no turtle necks or cowl necks..."
"What are those?" he asked in a confused sort of way.
I sighed (inwardly). "Don't get me anything around my neck. I hate things around my neck. What else?"
"Scented lotions and soap?"
And he looked.
"What about long flannel night gowns?" I asked him.
He nodded again.
I said, "Now think of the things that I use," and I began to list of necessaries, providing him brand names.
I said, "That's how you Christmas shop, Tim. You don't wander around stores looking for things that I might like. You pay attention to me and NOTICE. You have some ideas before you even walk in the store."
Tim took Friday off. He has vacation to burn off before the end of the year. He announced he was going Christmas shopping. Friday night, when I got home, he was a very happy man. He got his Christmas shopping all done. He was smiling little secret smiles all night long. At one point, he said, "Can I give you your main present now?"
I looked at him shocked. "NO!" I said.
He said, "It's so cool..." and smiled again.
I said, "I know what you're up to, mister!!! You're trying to get out of wrapping."