This is a bit more embarrassing than the last entry about how I can ruin a holiday. I am sure you are wondering how anything can be worse than slitting tape ~thinking you will get engaged. When I was 20 and a junior in college and thought all the world was mine I was dating a boy I loved ~maybe the only boy that I have ever said that to and meant it.
So shortly after thanksgiving we were in the bookstore and he bought me a snowman ring ~it was really cute and I wore it everyday on my ring finger ~when he gave it to me he called it a place holder. I being insane insisted that we give each other gifts "that showed our love" ~don't worry I won't puke on my computer but still to this day I hate that those words came out of my mouth. So with crazy schedules involving finals and separating for the holiday we decided to exchange gifts when we got back to school. I got him this dumb 12 days of Christmas thing I came up with. He got me several gift one of which I still use to this day. He handed me one gift then another ~one was one of those awful posters of the kids with the roses (I did not think that fit the rule.) The last gift he gave me was a little black velvet box ~just what I wanted, until I opened it. I was presented with a small crystal turtle in a ring box. I was told it was like our love slow and precious ~or I am not ready to propose but I will break up with you in six weeks just before valentines day.
I hold this memory dear because it was a lesson learned. I no longer come up with crazy expectations for the holidays. Holidays are what they are and I have learned that with this attitude they are almost always perfect ~at least in memory.