ABSENCE/PRESENTS
       
       2023-10-09
       
       I'm probably not going to get you a Christmas present. You probably shouldn't
       get me one either.
       
 (IMG) Dan, wearing an "elf costume" Christmas jumper, looks into the camera while cuddling a French Bulldog. The pair are sitting on a beige sofa.
       
       If you're one of my kids and you've decided that maybe my blog isn't just
       "boring grown-up stuff" and have come by, then you're one of the exceptions.
       Lucky you.
       
       Children get Christmas gifts from me. But if you're an adult, all you're
       likely to get from me is a hug, a glass of wine, and more food than you can
       possibly eat in a single sitting.
       
 (IMG) Top-down view of a dining table set with a Christmas-themed tablecloth. The meal has concluded and the seats have been vacated, but large amounts of food - most of a turkey, half a nutloaf, lots of mashed potato, several sprouts, stuffing balls, and chestnuts, some roast potatoes and parsnips, an entire boat full of gravy, and almost a dozen Yorkshire puddings - are still set out.
       
       I've come to the conclusion - much later than my mother and my sisters, who
       were clearly ahead of the curve - that Christmas presents are for kids.
       
       Maybe, once, Christmas presents were for adults too, but by now the Internet
       has broken gift-giving to the extent it's almost certainly preferable for me
       and the adults in my life if they just, y'know, order the thing they want than
       hoping that I'll pick it out for them. Especially as so many of us are at a
       point where we already have a plethora of "stuff", and don't want to add to it
       unnecessarily at a time of year when, frankly, we've got better things to
       spend our time and money on.
       
 (IMG) Dan, wearing a Princess Twilight Sparkle / Frank Herbert's Dune crossover fan art t-shirt, sits on a grey sofa in front of a lit Christmas tree, holding a glass of wine. At the other end of the sofa JTA, a white man with a thick beard and glasses, reads to a (tired-looking) young boy. All three are surrounded by books.
       
       Birthdays are still open season, because they aren't hampered by the immediate
       expectation of reciprocity that Christmas carries. And I reserve the right to
       buy groups of (or containing) adults gifts at Christmas. But individual adults
       aren't getting one this year, and they certainly shouldn't feel like they need
       to get me anything either. (If you've already bought me a gift for Christmas
       this year... firstly, that's way too organised: you know it's only October,
       right? And secondly: my birthday's only a couple of weeks later...)
       
       I don't know to what extent, if at all, Ruth and JTA will be following me in
       this idea, so if you're somebody who might have expected a gift from or wanted
       to give a gift to one of them... you're on your own; you work it out!
       
       Here's to a Merry Christmas full of presents for children, only!
       
       LINKS
       
 (HTM) Dave Rupert's blog post, "The internet has broken gift giving"
 (HTM) The Green - my household
 (HTM) Ruth
 (HTM) JTA