I really wanted a bike for Christmas this year... but money was a little tight and I told Dave I could wait. But he insisted that we go from sports shop to sports shop to find a bike that I liked and which store had the best prices. As Christmas approached I still hoped Dave would buy me a bike. The sneak that I am I kept checking the credit card statement and our bank account to see if Dave was going to surprise me. Christmas Eve rolled around and Dave explained that I could have a bike when we got our tax return. I admit I felt a little annoyed and couldn't believe Dave wouldn't really buy me a Christmas present. He left for a few minutes to help a friend move "something". We had a Christmas Eve party to go to and we still hadn't delivered treats to all our neighbors. I was outside doing this and thought I would just peak around the corner to see if Dave had stashed my bike. I heard a vehicle pull up and looked down our cultisac to make sure it wasn't Dave and I wouldn't get caught for sneaking. As I closed the gate to our back yard I turned in just enough time to see Dave rounding the corner with a lavender Diamondback Serene comfort bike with a fat seat and wide handle bars. The one I wanted. I heard Dave cuss as he rounded the corner and found me outside. He had really wanted to surprise me and had gone to great efforts to buy the bike without me seeing a change in our bank account. Christmas day was already ruined and we hadn't even gone to bed yet. Taten woke up grumpy Christmas morning and didn't get excited as we had hoped he would. Although he loved his new push along buggy and basketball hoop he had no desire to open any of his presents. Dave stated "this is the worst Christmas Ever!!!" Even though I had gotten up early to make a yummy breakfast and put in the turkey, and had carefully wrapped the stack of presents under the tree. Dave retired to the bedroom where he spent the day looking at the Ipod that he didn't get for Christmas and I put away our Christmas decorations. May I say that I will never ever snoop again it was not worth upsetting in the harmony in our home and the time that should have been spent thinking of our Savior. I dearly love my husband and am so thankful that he went to such great lengths to surprise me. So sorry that I ruined it.
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Aww tell Dave to lighten up, everybody snoops now and again, right?:) I am sorry that it wasn't a Christmas you had hoped for though! You always have to make the best of things, at least you were all together and nothing catastrophic happened. We had a rough Christmas too. Something really bad happened to my Aunt and her kids and we are lucky she is alive. We all had to come together to help her and really made things crazy, but helped us remember the true meaning of Christmas, as well! Next year will be better and brighter!
I sighed all over again when I read this. I feel bad it turned out that way. I still can't believe that the decore went away that day! It's true though... snooping does ruin a good surprise! I broke into my mom's locked bathroom (huge carpeted bathroom I might add) when I was 9-10, and looked at everything I was getting. That Christmas sucked, and I vowed never to peek again! :)
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