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Christmas No-Nos

As the holidays approach us with all the subtlety of a sledge to the head, here are

Ten Things I Do Not Want For Christmas

Alexa or Anything Alexa Related: I use VRS all day to work. Trust me, the last thing I want to do is talk to more devices.

Bath Products: I've arrived at that age when getting in and out of the tub is actually a little dangerous. Also, I have an entire drawer filled with the stuff that I haven't used from all the Christmases past.

Booze of Any Kind: I haven't had a drink in thirty years, and people still try to give me alcohol during the holidays. If I can't find a responsible drinker to pass it along to, all that overpriced wine is going to deodorize my sink in January.

Crocs: Quite possibly the most unattractive shoes ever created, Crocs are also what I see just about everyone in Wal-Mart wearing while they're buying barrels of lard, sacks of those cheese puff balls, and cases of no-name beer. So not really where I want to go with my fashion choices. Also, plastic shoes make my feet sweat.

Depressing Books: I already have the holidays to crush my spirit and throttle my soul, thanks.

Kits of Any Kind: When you get older people start trying to give you new hobbies via craft or cooking kits. I tried diamond painting this year, and it wasn't worth all the effort involved. So please, no more new kits of stuff I have to put together, especially the kind that involve tiny bits of plastic and tweezers.

Meditation Stuff: I should never have told people I meditate every day. What I should have mentioned is that I don't need any technology to help me do it. The actual point is to get away from technology.

NetFlix: Like the smart phones everyone in the family but me has this. As far as I can tell they use it to watch YouTube videos most of the time. Which I can do for free on my computer, yes?

Quackery: Another recent development in my life is everyone wanting to give me supplements or some other natural but highly questionable treatment or cure for my diabetes. While I appreciate the concern and proffered hope, there is no cure for my disease. I control my diabetes with a proper diet and close monitoring by my doctor, which is what everyone should do.

Writing How-Tos: At this stage of the game for me, kind of an insult.

What don't you want for Christmas? Vent away in comments.

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Maria Zannini said…
That made me laugh that someone would send you writing how-tos. Do they know you?

My list is similar to yours. I really dislike depressing or violent novels. And while I know it's customary for people to bring wine as a hostess gift, I wish they'd bring fruit or chocolate instead. Greg is the only one who drinks and it's weeks before he finishes one bottle. I usually end up using it in cooking because I'm tired of seeing it take up space in my fridge.
December 8, 2019 at 10:06 AM
nightsmusic said…
Mine is really just...don't ask me what I want and when I tell you a couple things, get me something that isn't even close to anything I named. There's really not much I need anyway. I'm at that age where I'd just as soon you give to a local animal rescue in my name if you feel an overwhelming need to get me something. But hub's family doesn't listen to me. :/
December 8, 2019 at 12:55 PM
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