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HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM RUTH SIMS
THE IMPERFECT GIFT
You don’t know what pain is until you’ve spent an enormous amount of time and energy and a lot of yourself into finding just the right gift for the one you love … only to have him act as if he was horrified by it. It’s no fun, I can tell you. It makes you feel like dirt and ruins the holidays.
I adore the man I live with. He sees to it that I have gourmet meals whenever I want them, served on a fancy glass dish. He’s loving and kind, and the way he touches me just makes me quiver inside and out. He’s the kind who would never hurt the feelings of a stranger. So why, then, did he crush my feelings by refusing my gift? I don’t mean that he took it and pretended to like it. I mean that he flat-out refused it, hated it, and threw it away right in front of me.
Where did I go so wrong?
Christmas was a week away and I still hadn’t found the right gift, and I was painfully aware that I was running out of time. So, on that day I was determined to find the right gift even if it took me until Christmas morning itself. I vowed not to eat or sleep until I found it. And for me not to eat or sleep was the ultimate sacrifice. I confess that I’m very lazy. I invented laziness. However, at this time and on this day, I made a promise to myself and I kept it.
Some things are elusive, you know? And the Perfect Gift is as elusive as rainbows in a sunny sky. Just as you think it’s within reach, it’s gone. But I am patient and determined, and I searched without rest. And then, right under my nose, there it was: the ideal gift. Believe me, I pounced on it. I’ve often heard him say that if you give someone something that you yourself really and truly like, the object of your affections will also like it. I know I sure liked it. It was frankincense and myrrh, the Hope diamond, a mink coat, a yacht and Microsoft shares all rolled into one. Tired and hungry, but happy from my hunt I took it home.
Of course I had to find a good hiding place since it wasn’t Christmas yet. I finally hid it in the corner of the coat closet (he’s a wonderful guy, but cleaning out closets is definitely not his thing). The door never goes quite closed on that closet because it’s so stuffed with coats and boxes that will be used “someday.” There was one dark corner behind a pair of boots that was perfect.
Christmas morning was like my gift—perfect. Fluffy white snowflakes, a half-dozen carolers, a fire in the fireplace … needless to say, I toasted myself well! The tree was covered with red bows and what looked like all the ornaments ever made by Man.
At last the time came for gift giving and I ran to the closet.
My heart sank; it wasn’t there! What could have happened to it? Frantically I searched. And there it was. A coat had fallen off a hanger and was covering it up. I grabbed it and ran back to the living room. I felt like my grin went from one ear to the other and I knew my eyes were as big and shiny as the ornaments on the tree.
And I gave him my present.
He looked at it and went, “Aaaaagggghhhh.” I kid you not. He actually went “Aaaaagggghhhh.” And then he threw my gift outside. And threw me out after it, right into a fresh snowbank. I lay there, stunned, brokenhearted, cold, and wet.
Oh, well. He’ll let me back in soon, partly because he’s a softy and I’m the only cat he’s got.
Until then, I’ll just curl up here in front of the door and wait, my face covered by my tail, only my ears exposed to the cold. I’ll be warm enough, but when he opens that door he’s going to encounter the most pathetic put-upon cat ever, He’ll feel horribly guilty, and deservedly so. But until that happens, I’ll just stay warm and try to figure out why he didn’t like his gift. It was the finest, fattest mouse I had ever caught.
Ruth Sims was born with a manual typewriter in one hand and Wite-Out in the other, which was very uncomfortable for her mother. Now on the dark side of seventy, she can’t remember if she has one husband and three grandkids or three husbands and one grandkid-but she does know she has five unfinished novels and a half dozen unfinished short stories and novellas. Since it takes her 20 years to finish a book, she estimates she has to live to be 170 in order to finish them all. And if she lives that long, she may actually get out of the Midwest and see the world.
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5. Name the second, third and sixth reindeer mentioned in order in the poem “A Visit From St Nicholas”