Monster and I drove to Pell City, Alabama on Christmas morning to visit his mother. We had lunch and sat for a while visiting with his mother, aunt and uncle. After leaving the house, we drove to what remains of the Greenwood plantation house, formerly his mother's family home.
Then it was back to Georgia to spend the evening with my family at my brother's house. My mother was there, along with my brother's wife and children as we had a light meal of soup and exchanged gifts around one of the three Christmas trees in the house.
This holiday, I have decided to permanently abandon the idea of gifts certificates as gifts. With my family, there is no way anyone appreciates the amount I can afford to give and, like most people, if they see anything they want in the common certificate sources, they probably already have it. Now the quest is to find something more esoteric in a place they wouldn't normally ever shop at. This, I am happy to report, was a very successful plan. All of my smaller, more original and affordable gifts were well received. They seemed to be quite honestly appreciated, which makes me very happy. Back to the joy of gift shopping again.
Purple Punk Rocker from Atlanta, Georgia. Now just a faded Goth Ghost in High Point, North Carolina. Missing my old haunts while looking for a new one.
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