First of all, I realize I missed Day Six, and for that I apologize. It’s no secret, however, that the holidays often come with a healthy dose of disappointment. Luckily, missing Day Six plays right into Day Seven’s hands.
Speaking as a former child, the absolute worst Christmas gift you could ever get was clothes. I’m not talking about cool clothes or costumes that you actually asked for, mind you. I’m talking about clothes you didn’t ask for and basically counted against your total gift tally come Christmas morning. Quite simply, getting clothes as a gift blew.
For the first few years of my life, my great aunt would always get me clothes. I hated it. There it was, this big ass box under the tree with “To: Little Skeezy” on the tag and I would get so excited wondering if this was finally the year that the cycle would break. Nope, it never was. It was always clothes.
And then it all changed.
I awoke Christmas morning sometime in the late 70′s and waited as patiently as possible for m...