tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041704694353454719.post2991337335483528741..comments2010-01-01T12:17:16.681-06:00Deborah Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17492311940302488311noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041704694353454719.post-50958081884270555152010-01-01T12:10:54.462-06:002010-01-01T12:10:54.462-06:00Deb, this story hits very close to my heart. You have described my family growing up almost dead on. I feel the same guilt every year at Christmas when the time comes to make "the list". I love being fortunate enough to buy for my parents now things they would like, but wouldnt buy for themselves. These days I come to expect some type of lotion or body spray in my stocking, and a wonderful homemade gift from my parents, which is always the only thing on my list these days. My mom makes jewelry, and Dad makes wooden gifts, ranging from shelves to toilet paper holders (lol) to quilt racks. As corny as this stuff may seem, I truely appreciate anything they make for me, means so much more than any boughten gift. This year, I got my expected stocking stuffer, but they went to some auctions and got me 3 pieces of crockery. I collect old crockery, and it takes time to find such treasures, so I figure they have been looking all year, which explains why they did not ask for a list this year! Thanks for sharing Deb, great story.REBECCAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17405995811878096480noreply@blogger.com