Dear Hubby and I no longer exchange wrapped gifts.  He doesn’t have the energy or strength to go shopping and I hate to shop.  Instead, we think of things we like to buy or do and we go out together and buy or do whatever.

     On our first Christmas, DH surprised me with a pair of diamond earrings, they weren’t large, they weren’t fancy, but to me they were the crown jewels and I loved them.  To this day, I’m seldom seen without them.

     I think it was our second Christmas where he made a mistake.  He listened to his mother about what gift he should buy for me.  Maybe some people would love to receive a new vacuum cleaner, but cleaning items have never ranked a place on my Santa’s list.  Cleaning is work.  DH never made that sort of blunder again.

     Since that second year fiasco, he has managed to buy me brilliant and insightful gifts, gifts that have brought tears of joy to my eyes.  The best of them weren’t expensive they were the gifts that proved he’d been listening to me during the year.

     Now you tell me what was your ‘worst’ gift ever?