Best Ever Christmas Gift

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    Dec 17, 2007 4:35 PM GMT
    What's your best or memorable one?
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    Dec 17, 2007 5:32 PM GMT
    That's an easy one: Being with my family, serieusly, my big brother and my baby-brother life so much apart and all have different jobs(one is a military police, the other is sort of a social worker, and i am working in F&B) We hardly see eachother all together at once, except on 1 christmasday, i love that and looking forward to it allready
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    Dec 17, 2007 5:58 PM GMT
    My month-long trip to Australia (five years ago). It began Dec 10 and ended on January 11.

    The trip itself was amazing. of course. But the 'gift' was how by exiting the USA I missed the entire American-style holiday triathlon like it never happened.

    The rest of the world treats Christmas/New Year much more reverently, limited to approx. one week's time, modest decoration, and celebrating fellowship among family and friends vs. acquiring the hottest electronics at any cost. The experience changed me.

    That year I actually felt the true spirit of Christmas: good will toward men!

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    Dec 17, 2007 8:32 PM GMT
    Can I amend the question? What's the best Christmas gift you've ever gotten that another person could give to a friend? I could use some ideas.
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    Dec 18, 2007 11:45 AM GMT
    1 - Many years ago a friend of mine went out and bought a half dozen assorted picture frames, then filled them with pictures of us and some of our friends having good times together.

    2 - A friend who noticed I was stressed out from work once bought me this 4' tall 'waterfall panel' for my office. Sounds silly, but the damn thing is incredibly relaxing.

    3 - One friend bought me an acryllic tray, pitcher, four tubler glasses, and four wine glasses - very pretty. Great for taking down to the lawn or beach. People tend to buy me a lot of things for the house. Another friend bought me a good quality set of grill/bbq utensils for outdoors. Lots of fun party type accesories.
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    Dec 18, 2007 2:21 PM GMT
    Picture this:

    It's late at night on Christmas Day, 1999. I'm standing in a cold, nearly deserted concourse of San Francisco International Airport. The canned music is playing insipid, watered-down holiday music. The lighting is indirect, muted, almost grey.

    Occasionally there's a sign of a plane landing - a small burst of activity, then nothing. A few people are drowsily waiting for red-eye flights to the east. They are bundled up, some clutching bitter fast-food coffee.

    The windows are dark, because from this concourse you can't see runways or even the ramps. It's an oddity of the layout.

    I'm focused on a door at the end of the concourse on the left wall. A gate agent occasionally shows up, rummages around doing whatever they do, then leaves. Two or three people are obviously waiting for an arrival.

    Finally, the tempo picks up a bit. A few more people arrive. There are clusters of 2 and 3 sometimes, but mostly there are singles. Some younger, mostly middle-aged. A family or two with kids.

    Without warning, the door opens. Uniformed attendants come out, followed by a sluggish outflow of passengers, laden with carry-on luggage, coats, mufflers, magazines and some pulling luggage with wheels.

    The flow continues. I watch. The flow finally tapers off. It stops. I wait. It starts again. More flight attendants come out. More sluggish passengers, like grey human lava, fanning out into the still gaping and quiet concourse.

    It's a soundless, joyless process. No Hallmark moments. No couples running to embrace on Christmas Day. It's so sterile and sad in a way.

    I wait. My chest is tightening. Did I miss a message? Is this the wrong flight?

    One final spurt of passengers comes out - like that last dribble when you, well, you know....

    And there he is at last. The man moving from DC to live with me. My world, my life, my joy. My Dave.

    Merry Christmas to me, and to us, and to all of you. May you all have one so wonderful someday.

    J.
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    Dec 18, 2007 8:46 PM GMT
    Great story Joey - no offense - but I think he really is looking for actual gift ideass.

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    Dec 18, 2007 8:49 PM GMT
    Joe: Best. Christmas. Present. Ever!

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    Dec 19, 2007 4:15 AM GMT
    wow, I'll never forget the dirt bike (motorcycle) I got when I was 15...nor the minibike I got when I was in 3rd grade...sorry, just can't forget those...

    but, the thing I enjoy giving and have gotten the most appreciation for is flowers delivered to someone at work...the size doesn't matter, and it has always brought a smile to someone's face...

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    Dec 19, 2007 4:24 AM GMT
    When I was 16, my mom gave me all of her old vinyl records. I have a thing for vintage stuff, and to know that she remmberd that, really touched me that year.....It's not the sixe, or price of the gift, It's the love and thought you put into it. Merry Christmas to everyone!!! Be Blessed icon_biggrin.gif!!!
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    Dec 19, 2007 5:27 PM GMT
    When I was young I got the full set of G.I.JOE action figures. The big ones with the fuzzy hair and beards. I got the repelling tower accessories with at least 4 G.I.JOE's. I had a jeep too. I was in young gay boy heaven. I can remember playing with those "action figures" for hours. My first time alone with them all the pants came off and I was hurt to find they didn't have penises. I still loved my G.I.Joe's even if their penises were missing. They all four slept with me for at least a year after that happy, happy Christmas!! My Mom sold the whole set at a garage sale many years later when I "out grew" them. Thanks Mom!! icon_eek.gif

    When they brought back the large G.I.Joe's a few years ago my partner bought me one for Christmas. I have never let this one move out of the house. icon_wink.gif