And now… my Christmas batteries story.
I’ll never forget the very first time James took me home for Christmas. Everyone called him Jamey back then. They were never talking to me. Twenty-some years later and they’re still only occasionally talking to me. In any case, there were a lot of people and a lot of cousins and a lot of portagee beans.
So, I’m surrounded by all the hubbub of a large family and Grandma Terra is passing out presents to every kid present. Despite being in college, I found out we still qualified and was happily handed a small but weighty little wrapped package with my name on it. To my surprise, it was a pack of AA batteries. I was speechless. Nineteen-year-old me couldn’t think of a single suitable thing to say. Batteries?? This is so weird. Why would I want batteries? Why would someone give me batteries? Am I sure the tag had my name on it? Umm, thank you. So sweet.
Fast forward to now and my hand sweeps across the horizon– The. Gift. Of. Batteries! I really owe Grandma Terra a secondary thank you note and an apology. Shockingly expensive. Always in short supply. A rising star on the latest 2020 No It All Gift Guide for Boys.
P.S. Nate and Jake both got a package of rechargeable batteries in their stockings this year. Nate was so excited he immediately ripped them open and plugged in the charger. Genius, Grandma Terra. Genius.