At this late date, you really don't want to fight the crowds at the mall for the "perfect" gift, do you? SO, You have a choice, swing by the ole "Beverage Coral Drive-Thru" to pick out your favorite Malted Liquor, Mad Dog 20-20, or Slim Jims for the stocking stuffer OR...write a loving poem that will make the "little lady" cry.
When my Dad was 18, his younger brother, Hank (13) asked to borrow some money so he could get his Mother something nice for Christmas. It turns out, Hank hit his two older sisters up with the same heart-tugging story. Dad spent all of two paychecks on a card table and chair set for his poker-playing Mama. When it came time to open gifts, the last one opened was from Hank. It was a hand-made poem, and quite flowery, at that. I guess their Mother cried and looked at Dad and said, "Why can't you be more sentimental and sweet like your younger brother?"
Dad found out later that Hank had spent the money borrowed from his siblings on a watch for his girlfriend.
Your Choice...Poem or Drive-Thru?
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