When it comes to presents, I’m not really fussed on what you get me. I have, basically, everything I could ever want, so it’s not like there’s anything I really need or would like when it comes to time to give presents.
I will admit that I hate getting smelly things (bath soaps, shower gels, lotions and potions) and make-up, from someone I know, because anyone who knows me will know I’m not that kind of girl, but from someone who’s only a secondary connection (although why would they be getting me a present?) I’m not so bothered.
But what really means a lot to me is a card. I like cards, I like getting cards, I like reading cards, I like keeping the cards and re-reading them a few years later because it conjures up all sorts of memories of when I got that card.
The thing about getting a card is that someone has to take the time to pick the card out, think about the card itself, the message it has, then hand-write it and put a message inside (even if that message is only dear x, from x). It’s a keepsake and a reminder and a sample of that person’s handwriting as well as being a gesture at the time of the fact that they care.
I like presents. I really do, who doesn’t like getting stuff? Except Sheldon, that is.
But in any case, I like getting a card as much as, if not more than, getting the present itself. So if I get a present and no card, while I will appreciate it and whatnot, I will appreciate a present AND a card much more.
