Every year, I have a few people on my Christmas list who stump me (and it’s always the same people, too). I find myself in the same position each year, having to ask my daughters what the men in their lives want for Christmas. It’s the same answer; “Oh, anything…”
I hate that. Why did I bother asking?
I end up getting them something generic, such as a T-shirt or a gift card, and walk away feeling like they don’t really care anyway.
But not this year.
I have decided that if it doesn’t really matter what I get them, I might as well have fun doing it.
This is what they are getting this year. (shh…don’t tell)