I grew up in a cult-de-sac where every family was like the Cleavers. Neighbors planted flowers in the summer, hung Christmas lights in the winter, borrowed a cup of sugar when it was needed, etc. There was a long standing tradition that neighborly gifts were given during the holidays without fail. Things such as fine bottles of honey, freshly baked cookies, homemade truffles were a sampling of expected gifts.
It was always cute to see my single dad try and come up with something “lovely” to give the neighbors each Christmas. My favorite year was when he and I walked a box of Carmel Corn (from the mall) to each family. It was “yum” mixed with a bit of bachelor. Great memories.
Each year I’ve tried hard to keep up the tradition of neighborly gift giving, however, I can hardly say they’ve all been lovely.
Here’s my plan this year:
Plate found at thrift stores + …
Candlestick holders found at thrift stores + …
Merry Christmas neighbor…sorry for running over your trash can the other day.