I came across this when I was clearing out my half finished posts from ages back - a timely find really, but feel sort of mean, because I got brilliant Christmas presents this year...
'Hope you like it!' he says and I smile politely,
(thinking that's going to be very unlikely),
and bless him, because I know he tries,
but when it comes to clothes they're never my size...
Jewellery's dodgy,
music's okay,
music's okay,
though I'm more Stereophonics
and he likes Doris Day.
and he likes Doris Day.
I open my present. There's a torch inside.
'You just wind it with the handle.'
I almost cried
I almost cried
'So useful sweetheart, hope you like yours',
it's Rick Stein's India,
there's a pregnant pause...
there's a pregnant pause...
'Wow…that looks just great…' He never cooks.
But he does like spice
and he does like books.
and he does like books.
He starts fiddling with the torch and I flick through Rick Stein,
everyone's happy, it's all turned out fine.
So, I buy what I want, it's simply stress free
when a gift's from me
to you
to me.