When I was a kid, I hoped and prayed for gifts like Barbies and Billy Moon-walker and there was this really cool plastic, kind of mechanical horse that you could ride (if you were small enough) but I was almost too big for it that Christmas that I remember it being advertised and that's probably why I didn't get it--because Santa just knows these things.
I also wished for Chrissy, the doll whose hair grows when you push in her belly button. And I did get that one.And a LightBrite and an Easy Bake Oven. Yes! And I prayed that I'd get an Ernie muppet.
But alas, I got Bert. And nobody wants Bert. He's zero fun.
And yet there Bert was on December 25th, sitting under my Christmas tree with my name on him. And I just thought, "Santa, how could you?!" I felt very betrayed.
And so that's what I'm going on about today. Why give someone the silly little flower pendant you found at a kiosk at the mall when what they really would like is--if they could say---oilfield jewelry.
And I don't wish the Bert Muppet gifts on anyone out there, no matter how lousy they've been all year.
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