Every Christmas

I bought my dad Old Spice

or maybe English Leather.

I’d get a set at K-Mart and

try to find the one with a

cool bottle.

Maybe a boat or whatever.

One year I got him a saddle.

One year he got a race car.

My mom used to put the empty bottles

on the what-not shelf.

After he left, we sold them

at a yard sale

for a quarter a piece.

© Sandra Perry 2005