The Christmas That Was
Every year, I get the worst gifts from my cousins. I’m not really the kind to be overly critical when it comes to the gifts that I receive but getting a domino pen holder bought from Divi or a box of second-hand books by authors I never even heard of from maarte yet cheapass cousins when you’re already 25 is offending. I mean I’m fine with cheap gift as long as the item is freakin’ meaningful, something that I can actually use.
A freakin’ pen holder? Hands-me-down books?
Of course, me and my sister could always return the favor but we can’t bring ourselves to give them paperclips for Christmas. It just wouldn’t be right.