| The Perfect Gift |
| December, 2000 |
| Before Christmas a few years ago, I got a concerned call from my mother. “You didn’t send me a nativity set by any
chance, did you? One came in the mail. It didn’t have any card with it so I don’t know who sent it. It’s white Lenox china,
exactly what I’ve been wanting for ages. Who could know that? I have to thank whoever sent it. I just can’t think who could
it be. Do you have any idea? I know it didn’t come from your sisters or my sisters. I’m so embarrassed. You should see
the set; it’s beautiful.” A week later a sheepish mother called again. She said she had discovered who had sent the perfect gift. She hesitated and then blurted that she had ordered the set for herself from a catalog two months ago and didn’t remember until the invoice arrived. No wonder it was just what she wanted. We laughed ourselves silly. My mother made a mistake…or did she? She got her gift by giving it to herself. That’s a neat idea. Hmm, if I copied her, I wonder what I would give to me. I can almost hear me say, “Thank you. This is just what I wanted. How did you know?” And you? What would you give to you? |
| © 2004, Dee Hiatt |