So, I’m home, hanging out with the kids, just chillin’, when the doorbell rings.
It’s the UPS man.
I wasn’t expecting a package, but who knows what last-minute thing my wife might have gotten.
It’s addressed to my family. From Ron’s family.
Well, isn’t that curious? While we send each other greeting cards, our families don’t exchange gifts. Not that we wouldn’t, of course, but by the time I buy gifts for my own kids, their cousins, their step-cousins, grandmas, grandpa, and child-free aunts and uncles, the gift budget is stretched thin. I know Ron is in the same boat.
So this, obviously, is a surprise. I honestly have no idea what it could be. So I call the girls up from downstairs. “Look, girls. We got a package.”
“What is it?” they ask.
“I don’t know. Let’s open it and find out.”
I slice open the tape. There’s a bunch of things in bubble-wrap. I grab the first one.
By golly, it’s a bottle of beer!
Six more bubble-wrapped bottles follow. Plus a note:
Enjoy this sampler of fine ales and lagers, hand selected, specifically with you in mind. Cheers! (I had the hardest time choosing just seven! Enjoy!)
“You shouldn’t have called us,” says my youngest, disappointed, as they head back downstairs.
Hawesome! A couple of them are even from my wishlist.
And they say Christmas is for the kids.
(Yes, that is my daughters’ purple Disney Princess tree in the background.)
Thank you, Ron. I will enjoy every last drop.
I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don’t believe I deserved my friends.
– Walt Whitman
Comments
Wow…..wow.
I count myself fortunate to have such good friends, even though they live so far away.
Unfortunately, I was sick as a dog yesterday and having a beer–no matter how good–was the furthest thing from my mind.
Those unexpected gifts of beer…and beer that you are seeking out are rare indeed! What a great story
Merry Christmas!
You’re welcome! …and, thank you! Thank you Al for all the work you put into Hop-Talk. In case anyone doesn’t know, Al is the web smarts guy and takes care of all of the updates and management of the web site. He deserves to sit back and enjoy that Oaked Arrogant Bastard. (the beer, not him)
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