The Greatest Gift Of All

Amanda learns it’s never wise to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially at Christmas time.

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Venezuelan, tall, strong, sun-tanned, and with stamina. There was lots to like about him but in the end, it was his large pole that got me. Boy, he knew how to use it too. Oh yes siree, he brushed the cobwebs from my crevices better than anybody ever had. Seriously. My husband encouraged it, even suggesting that Juan could be my Christmas present.

How thoughtful. A window cleaner for my Christmas present. Who said romance was dead?

To be fair to him, and all other spouses, Christmas is a stressful time and the pressure of purchasing a present for their dearly beloveds can turn their jingle into a jangle.

He argues that my taste changes quicker than he changes socks and besides, I haven’t exactly put the “I” in restraint. True, I’m excellent at buying things for myself but that’s only because I’m suffering from PCGRD – Post Christmas Gift Receiving Disorder.