Aside from stating the obvious, I’m sure you’re wondering where I’m going with this post. I have a funny family story to share…

When my brother and I were little, my mom took us to a department store to buy Christmas presents for her. Inside the store was a life-size Santa’s workshop, which looked like a log cabin with fake snow and icicles hanging from the roof. Parents brought their children to purchase gifts for individual family members, with the help of a store employee. To a kid, this was such a cool idea.

A salesperson walked each child around, helped select a gift, and wrapped it up to be placed under the Christmas tree. I went in first and found a lovely pair of earrings for my mom. I felt very proud of myself, shopping just like the grownups did.

While my mom and I waited, my younger brother went inside. For some reason, he was taking a very long time to choose a gift. When we discovered why, we were hysterically laughing. My brother did his very best to convince the salesgirl that my mom wanted a shiny red fire truck for Christmas! And being a thoughtful boy, he said he could play with it when she wasn’t using it!

Ever since, whenever someone receives a present that is really for the gift giver, we call it a “fire truck.”

So, on that special occasion, when you open your gifts, if you see something that reminds you of this post, just smile, say thanks and think… Fire Truck! lol

Thanks for Reading & Happy Crafting!