As I read everyone’s posts about Christmas memories I am reminded of my own memories. The year my sister and I both received exactly the same doll house. The Christmas I received my first ring from my parents. I still have it. It is tarnished and the stone out of date, but it is now an antique being over 40 yrs old!
I think one of the best Christmas gifts I have received came from my husband. We had just moved back to Pennsylvania and getting settled back into a semi civilian life. We now owned our home and so we enjoyed filling our home with pets; we had fish, a rabbit, eventually a hamster and of course our dogs. I had always spoke of the parakeet my cousin had and how much I enjoyed it when I was younger and how eventually my mother would purchase a parakeet for me. I always talked of the parakeet that I named Bubbi after my cousins parakeet and how much I enjoyed hearing him sing.
You know how our memories are, they are selective, so I neglected to describe the mess and the work involved with caring for a bird or the fact that less than a year we gave the poor thing away.
So my husband being a sweet sensitive guy (which he won’t admit) decided to buy me a parakeet for Christmas. We both love birds and he thought this would be a perfect gift. And it was, until we realized Bubbi Jr did not sing. We tried everything. All it ever did was eat and poop and poop and poop. Lets not get into the shells from the bird seed, they were everywhere. I never mentioned to my DH (dear husband) that I was not really enjoying the little guy. It was not Bubbi’s fault, I was working full-time, taking care of the house in addition to our pets and our two little ones that kept us running. So the day came when little Bubbi died. I hate to admit it but I was relieved, and being such a good wife, I “grieved” with my husband over Bubbi.
Then Christmas came and my sweet sensitive husband knowing how much I “missed” Bubbi bought me another one, much to my dismay. Again I was “happy” with my gift. And to his credit he bought me one that sang but I think it was an attack signal. That bird would attack the hands that fed it. I could not change the papers without that little innocent looking bird coming for me and forget about feeding, he mistook my fingers for food. I am sure that bird was part of a meat-eating variety of parakeet. So after a few weeks of being attacked I told DH he needs to care for Bubbi.
Bubbi used the sweet sound of his singing to get back at us. The dogs barked he would sing, the phone rang ~ he would sing. We would talk and he would sing. Then Jurassic Park came out on video. One of my sons favorite movies. The dinosaurs would roar and the little bird would go nuts.
Then the day came and he also died. DH started talking about getting another one. I had to confess. I had to tell him as much as I appreciated him buying me the two birds, I pleaded with him no more birds. So to his credit he did not buy me a Parakeet for Christmas, instead he bought me a ceramic Blue Jay – to go with the Cardinal he bought me years earlier because he knows they are my two favorite birds.
The reason that Parakeet is one of my favorite Christmas gifts because they were given in love. DH may not be a romantic and a tough ole Sergeant but he shows his love for me in so many little ways, even buying me two parakeets to remind me of happier times from my childhood.
Another thoughtful present he bought me was an antique Army Ike Jacket that the soldiers wore in WWII, searching on eBay until he found one with the Third Army patch on it, the unit my dad served in during WWII. I had mentioned a few times that I like those uniforms compared to the ones today. My house is full of gifts he purchased for me over the years, each with a story and a memory attached.
And so through the years I have learned to be careful telling my DH what I like because one day I may find a zebra or a giraffe under the Christmas tree!
I wonder what is under the tree this year?