Christmas Shopping

“This year, I’m going to trust you to get Mom something all by yourself. Choose something she will like. I don’t even want to see it ’til Mom unwraps it on Christmas morning. Do you understand?”

James and Ian returned a solemn nod.

I gave a 10-dollar bill to each and strode away, their instructions fresh in my mind. Nothing more than nine dollars, something for Mom to enjoy and meet me in 30 minutes. I’d briefed them and quizzed them. I even left them in front of a counter loaded with scented powders, soaps and other items to make Mom feel special. My confidence rose.

When we met again, each one carried a shopping bag with a weighted box. I almost peeked at their choices, but held back. I’d told them I wouldn’t. I dropped some change in the bell ringer’s kettle and assured myself of the boys’ good choices.

On Christmas morning, Sandi and I woke too early when two excited boys jumped on the bed. After they’d opened their presents, a gentle reminder brought them to Mom’s side, each carrying a small, wrapped box.

Sandi loosened the colorful paper and pulled the box free. Lego City Fire Chief Car. My jaw dropped, but Mom expressed her delight and opened the next package. Lego City Patrol Car.

What? “Guys, I told you to get Mom something she’d like.”

“Bill, I do like these. Since they first started getting Lego toys, I’ve loved helping them with theirs. Now, I have my own.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

“Mom?” James stared at the toy. “If you need a hand, I can help.”

“Yeah, Mom.” Ian wouldn’t be left out. “Let me show you.”

“Okay,” Sandi said, “But one at a time.”

Clearly, Yuletide giving hadn’t yet ended on this Christmas morning.

William R. Bartlett lives in Belton with his family.