This is what I ended up picking up for my folks for Christmas, from Hickory Farms:
Not much, but it was annoying getting just that much.
First, technically, my parents don’t celebrate Christmas, so it has to be a “We saw this and thought of you,” kind of thing.
Second, both my brother and my sis, who are the two most in the know with their day-to-day needs, have said not to buy them any clothes, knickknacks, or anything like that, because their room is full.
We’ve always gotten my folks a big basket from Harry & David, with pears and caramel corn, butter cookies, chocolates, nuts, etc, so we thought we were in the clear.
I talked to my sis while I was walking around Hickory Farms: “Can they have cheese and beef sausage and crackers?”
“No, they can’t slice that and the crackers might stick in their throats.”
“Ok…popcorn?…chocolates…nuts?…”
“No, sticks to their teeth…no, some of those are too chewy and some are too hard…no, they can’t eat nuts…”
Over and over, everything was dismissed.
Finally, I grabbed the melty mints, which I know they like, and the little petite fours, and snapped, “This what they’re getting! If they can’t bite into a soft piece of cake, then smash it up for them! I’m done!”
