Since Christmas is almost here and I STILL haven’t done a lick of Christmas shopping for my loved ones (Loved? Haaaa!!) I might as well waste even more of my precious and rapidly dwindling shopping time to write about and explain a few things about this timely, yet taboo, subject that urgently needs discussing…. Christmas shopping for dudes. And the ugly fact is dudes just don’t like doing it! So there you go… the unvarnished truth spelled out in under a dozen words.
Shopping, as we all know, is simply not a manly thing to fritter away your time on unless you happen to be shopping for a fishing pole or some tools. Guys, being the lovable and thoughtful creatures they are, are going to do what comes naturally for them. And what comes most naturally for us is putting off our Christmas shopping for as long as humanly possible. Heck, I’ve been putting off my shopping since 2020! But that’s small potatoes compared to some of the miserly tightwads I know who haven’t bought a Christmas gift for anyone since Reagan was running the land.
It’s a scientific fact that shopping just ain’t in our DNA. And apparently neither is paying attention. Why, if it wasn’t for our family, friends, and even total strangers continually threatening us to get our lazy and cheap butts out there and buy them some Christmas loot most guys probably wouldn’t even bother with the task at all. And if we didn’t the economy would implode which would be a terrible thing to happen at Christmas and undoubtedly would make people even more angry at us than they already are. Guess I really do owe them a little something, don’t you think?
Maybe it’s finally time for me to take that cruise to Hawaii that I’ve always wanted to. They tell me that being out of sight is out of mind and Lordy knows I’d rather not think about spending the holidays with my bunch of hooligans any more than I can help it. But I’m not a total Christmas grinch! I’ll be sure to send them a postcard letting them know that not only was I thinking of them but that I was about to buy them a little something while cruising the Hawaiian beaches and soaking the tropical sun with a delicious pina colada in my hand. But those darn shipping rates are out of sight so hope they don’t mind my sending them just a card instead. After all it’s the thought that counts! Merry Christmas.