He said, “All I want for Christmas is a photo of my girl and my dogs.”
And she, being full of spark, full of life and full of firecracker, feigned frustration, tersely quipping that he was putting undo pressure on her only a month before Christmas to pull off the impossible. How rude. How selfish.
Karen called me with a giggle in her voice. I drove out to their incredible cabin in the woods on a rainy weekday, careful to time it so that I would not run into him. Yes, he comes home to lunch with his girl.
It took about ten minutes with Karen to know that she’d have pulled off that little mad act perfectly. Boy, she loves her man. We got it done. Plenty of time to spare.
Wondering if you still have time, reader, to pull off that perfect Christmas gift?
YOU DO. GO FOR IT. I’LL HELP.