I asked for a Coach bag for Christmas. That’s all I wanted; this gorgeous blue gray suede hobo bag called “Zoe”. Isn’t that a cute name? It’s a beautiful bag. The craftsmanship is guaranteed for life (how many things can you say THAT about? Not many!) and it’s just a beautiful, elegant and stylish bag that I totally deserve because I’ve had a really hard year. It’s all I want and I can’t afford it for myself. I even set up one of those dream fund things on Dream Bank, because if everyone in my family wanted to contribute a little bit, then I could get the one thing I really want. Instead, what do I get on Christmas morning?
I tear open a box big enough to fit a bag and find inside a DVD labeler and DVD labeling sheets. They thought it would be a great and thoughtful idea to go with my DVD printing software. My dad even went so far as to say that he thought I was kidding about the Coach bag, because that is so frivolous and silly and I’m not like that. I burst into tears right in front of the Christmas tree.
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