The thing I find most tricky at Christmasis buying presents for men, or more specifically the man in my life. There isthis myth that women are mysterious, contrary and indecisive, which mightsometimes, rarely, be true. But I know one thing, at Christmas its men whobecome the mysterious, and difficult ones. They never ever know what they want.
Wegirls always know, we always have a pre-prepared list, with a selection ofitems of varying prices, some of the with a little gold star next to them, justto show exactly how much we want them (what, is that just me?). After all forwomen, its like Rachel Barry says to Finn Hudson in the Glee Christmas special.‘All I want for Christmas is you, and five things from this list.’
Buttry to get a man to tell you what he wants, and its like getting blood from astone.
‘Um,I don’t know….you know, something like…well you know. You choose.’
Andthat is the principle reason that men mainly get pants for Christmas, bothfiguratively and literally. Men don’t like stuff in the way that women do. Theydon’t have a thing for shoes, or a love for jewellery or clothes. You know fora fact they will take nowhere near the same pleasure in aftershave as you wouldfrom a nice bottle of Chanel No 5.
Onmy first ever Christmas with my true love, three years ago, I search high andlow to buy him two period Aubrey Beardsley prints, discovering them inAustralia in the end, and shipping them all the way here, because I’ddiscreetly discovered that he loved the work of Beardsley. And he wasdelighted, with them. And so touched that I’d gone to all that trouble, I scoremaximum brownie points. Which was when I ran out of ideas. The next Christmas Ipanic bought him a PlayStation 3, which arrived on Christmas Eve, meant that Ispent all of Christmas watching him gaming, and then by boxing day he’d goneoff it and has never touched it again. Good for our love life, bad for mychoice of gift not to mention my bank balance.
Thisyear I have no idea what to get him. I’ve looked at pants, and decided againstit. I’ve thought of clothes, but I notice that those three shirts I bought himfrom his birthday, which he allegedly loves, are still hanging in the wardrobewith the tags on. Its not like I can get him a Spa day, or the lovelyChristmassy romantic novel….. So here we are, literally hours away from the bigday and I’ve got him nothing, nada, zero, zilch.
Sigh,maybe it will have to be pants after all. At least he will know, they are pantsbought with love.
Great post Scarlett – and I’m curious readers – what are YOU buying for your beloved this Christmas??
Scarlett’s book The First Night of Christmas sounds delightful, blurb below:
All Lydia’s ever wanted is a perfect Christmas…So when her oldest friends invite her to spend the holidays with them, it seems like a dream come true. She’s been promised log fires, roasted chestnuts, her own weight in mince pies – all in a setting that looks like something out of a Christmas card. But her winter wonderland is ruined when she finds herself snowed in with her current boyfriend, her old flame and a hunky stranger. Well, three (wise) men is traditional at this time of year…