I know that Ravi will probably hate me for telling this story, but after my post yesterday, I thought I would share this quick story with you on Christmas.
It was our first Christmas in Toronto. Ravi was always a little set in his ways of doing things. Even now, when he goes into a store and something is not on the right shelf, he puts it back. So, when Ravi, Mom and I got up at 7 am on Christmas morning and Ravi asked if he could go downstairs first and organize the presents, we said “Okay”. Mom and I went back to bed and two hours later, Mom comes into my room asking if Ravi had come to get me. I said no and we went downstairs to find ALL of the presents unwrapped. Not just his, not just mine and my parents’ gifts, but the ones we were supposed to take to my grandparents’ house that night! I was furious! I almost cried and wanted my mom to wrap mine up again just so I could open them myself. She handed me my gifts which included the “Brothers In Arms” album from Dire Straits and went to re-wrap the gifts for that night. This has made it a wonderful story to tell at Christmas every year.
Merry Christmas everyone.