by Matt Kolbet
A sign at the mall suggests I give the ultimate gift, which it turns out, is style. Note to self: Tell my wife it’s not love, my son it’s not life, and the poor and destitute that it’s not hope.
Most end-of-the-year reviews discuss the best-selling gifts of the preceding season. I’m not talking about Tickle Me Elmo or Guitar Hero for Monkeys, though they have had their day. Instead, I’d like to review two gifts that won’t be flying off any shelves soon, unless the customer has hidden their Walmart Guide to Not Getting Trampled behind them for safekeeping.
This Year’s Worst-Selling Christmas Gifts:
As America takes a break from consumerism and looks ahead to February and the kind of love developed in a laboratory by Hallmark and See’s Candies, try to keep in mind a simple caveat for that next round of gift giving, whether it’s birthdays, anniversaries or arbor day: no matter how bad the gift is, give it with style and everything will work out for the best. Go ahead and plant a seed that no one wants to grow, but do it coolly. I learned that at the mall
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