Christmas shopping woman: "Well, Friend A collects (insert collectible here), so I could get her one of those for Christmas. I'll ask Friend B to casually enquire which are missing from A's collection, and then I'll order one. There's still four weeks to go, so I've got time to order it, wrap it carefully and deliver in person."
Christmas shopping man: "What the hell does A like? They've got some of those...y'know, things, but they've got enough now, nobody needs more than four of anything...what else? What about those super-powered hammer drill things that have been on TV? I like the look of those. Everyone likes drills. I'll get one. Only it's Christmas Eve, so I'll have to nip out at lunchtime to buy it...A won't mind if they don't get it until New Year, will they?"
I have an Amazon Wish List. Not for me, you understand, for I wish for nothing (other than Robert Downey Junior with a bow round his neck, but, sigh...)
but during the year I add things that I see that I think people might like for Christmas or birthdays. When I say 'people' I mean people I know again, whilst I am sure that other people may also like these things, I am only equipped to buy for the first kind of people. Anyway. I go down my wish list and use it to remind me of things that I might like to buy other for Christmas, having had 364 days of warning.
Some men become panicked around about the 18th of December, fling themselves upon the One Click button, which they mash with their fingers and toes in an attempt to become fully Christmas Presentified, all the while shouting things like 'does your mother want a fully illuminated magnetic screwdriver? Why not? Everyone wants one of those - I've just bought myself two, in fact! I'll get her one. It's the thought that counts..."
* Disclaimer. Some men are very good at Christmas presents, my own dear brother is one. Last year he bought me train tickets to go to visit my mother, the year before it was tickets to see the Monty Python Live show in London, and my Other Half has given me some very thoughtful gifts too. But, trust me, I've been on the receiving end of dustbuster hoovers, food processors and other 'gifts' that take surgery to remove too. But I suppose it was the thought that counted - the thought that a clean house and home-prepared food was what mattered...
So, no. I don't know what I want for Christmas (other than RDJ as mentioned above). But, while a hammer drill might be useful, I already know that I don't want one of those...
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D worked in a big department store on Oxford Street one year when she was at uni. On Xmas Eve, she was called to woman the underwear dept. 'But I know nothing about selling underwear' said she. 'Never fear, she was told. Just make sure there's a gift receipt in every sale. Yup, wall to wall blokes buying black and scarlet satin bustiers, thongs, suspender belts. NO IDEA of size. She has never forgotten this...and her husband is on a promise never to do it to her!
Most of the time my husband is an amazing gift giver but his worst exception was the dreaded sewing machine - given to a non-sewer, with the flu while a video camera was rolling!
I have Rules for Christmas presents - nothing for the house and nothing that requires me to expend any effort. Which means all that 'sexy' lingerie is out of the equation, for a start...
DH once gave me a teapot for a Valentine's present. It wasn't even a chocolate one.
That said, he got me a Big Bang Theory mug, so can be forgiven.
I like your wishlist idea.
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