Stories

The Gift

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My father would be 90 years old if he was still alive. When I was young he’d send each of his five kids, $20 for Christmas. It was the most exciting gift I ever got in my childhood. Money is fungible, you see. You can buy whatever you want for yourself, without having to depend on the out-of-touch notions of an adult.

After I grew up the annual Christmas bonus stopped. But Dad and I remained lifelong friends. Sometimes we visited during the Christmas season, and those were always special times. We also corresponded back and forth, and sometimes got a little creative, by writing stories.

One of the stories my Dad sent me involved a gift from a young man to a young woman, and serves as a cautionary tale about wrapping presents. Since this is the season of giving, I thought I’d share this tale. Consider it a gift from a ghost of Christmas Past–my dear old Dad.

The Gift

A young man wished to purchase a Christmas gift for his new sweetheart. They had not been dating very long, so with careful consideration he decided that a pair of gloves would strike the right note—romantic, but not too personal. (This was back in the day when gloves were fashionable evening wear for women.)

Accompanied by his sweetheart’s younger sister, he went shopping and bought a pair of white gloves. The younger sister purchased a pair of panties for herself.

During the wrapping the clerk mixed up the items. The sister got the gloves and the young man got the panties. Without checking the contents, he sealed the package and mailed it to his sweetheart along with this note:

Darling,

I chose these because I noticed that you are not in the habit of wearing any when we go out in the evening. If it had not been for your sister, I would have chosen the long ones with buttons, but she wears short ones that are easy to remove.

These are a delicate shade, but the lady I bought them from showed me the pair she had been wearing for the past three weeks, and they were hardly soiled. I had her try yours on for me and she looked really smart.

When you take them off, remember to blow in them before putting them away as they will naturally be a little damp from wearing.

Just think how many times I will kiss them during the coming year. I hope you will wear them for me on Friday night.

All my love,

P.S. The latest style is to wear them folded down with a little fur showing.

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30 replies »

  1. I was all prepared for a sentimental story. What was I thinking!?
    😶🤚!!
    But yes, I was laughing as I …smacked my head!”
    I do like the part of you and your Dad getting together at Christmas time and exchanging stories. That part was sentimental. 🙂

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