Christmas at our house was a hoot this year, made better by the fact that we got basically snowed in, and didn't have to change out of pajamas all day (normally we cook for about 800 relatives, but none of them were brave enough to face the roads), so win-win-win.
I got some wonderful presents (such as this new computer I'm currently typing on), but what set this holiday aside was the unbelievable redundancy of what my husband and I bought:
I bought him a tagine (a middle-eastern cooking pot with a cone-shaped lid).
He bought me a tagine.
I bought him "Havoc Helis" (something my daughter asked Santa to bring for her dad, so they could play together).
He bought "Havoc Helis" for Santa to give him on Christmas morning, as per our girl's sweet request.
I bought myself a Betty Crocker cake decorating kit (something my daughter asked Santa to bring for me, so that we could bake together... believe me, this wasn't something I'd considered, but she saw it on TV and was enchanted).
He bought me a Betty Crocker cake decorating kit (for Santa to leave for me, as per our girl's sweet request).
The best thing was, on Christmas Eve, we opened our gifts to each other, and almost died with laughing at their sameness. Then, when the wee girl went to bed and we started setting up the Santa gifts, we each hauled out what we'd done to surprise the other (neither of us knew the other knew what she'd asked for). At that point, we were incapacitated with laughter. So, now what do we do with all these redundant and incredibly specific gifts?

