Last year, David and I came up with the most perfect holiday shopping game. We made a deal with each other that we really and truly would not buy each other anything (and we stuck to it!). Instead, we "shopped" for each other and "gave" each other gifts.
Let me explain my quotation marks.
Imagine strolling down the narrow streets of Venice, arm-in-arm, on a drizzly December afternoon. You pause in front of a shoe store, point to a pair of handmade Italian leather shoes, and tell your partner, "I got those for you." He tells you he loves them, and you both giggle.
It's really a lot more fun than you would think, folks.
This year we aren't in Italy, but we're still sticking to our new tradition. We don't go as far as printing photos of the things we "got" for each other and exchanging them on Christmas morning, but it's pretty fun to text your partner a picture of something ridiculous. Or maybe to spend an hour browsing the internet on a cloudy Thursday afternoon, when there are a lot of other things you really should be doing.
This is what David got for me today (the big spender!):
I got him some cashmere and sheepskin driving gloves and a swanky briefcase. Good times!
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