I have no dissapointments to report.
My girlfriend bought me an Iam Lambe low D whistle which looks and sounds absolutely beautiful. She also arranged for some flute lessons while we were in Ireland.
Nope, no complaints…except that I’m back from Ireland.
Ruff, ruff, ruff, hello, I’m Raggs
(from a really good Woody Allen flick of years ago!)
I can’t really complain, as I did get a lovely Sweetheart maple C flute(
!!!)from my grandma, and the new Compact Oxford English Dictionary(which I had asked for, and love) from my dad.
However, I was disappointed about one thing. My mom tried to get me some pre-gouged bassoon cane to make chanter reeds out of, but what ended up arriving was some pre-shaped oboe cane instead. 
We are trying again.
And how I adore my e-ski! But what I want to know is, did they all volunteer to massage the shampoo into your bald pate for you?
I heard a good one the other day … ‘Beery Christmas and Happy Harmonica.’ I shared it with the two nice Jewish brothers who own our company, and they were pretty pleased.
One sister got me some “eh, not so much” fireplace tools, so that was probably a quasi-dud … from there, neither my other sister nor my aunt (these three are all that’s left of my immediate family) actually got round to getting me anything at all. However, they’ve told me to buy myself stuff and they’d cough up within reason (i.e., no Olwell for this girl) – so I’m not complaining, but it did make for a little skimpier under-tree experience than previous years.
Meanwhile, my sweetie spoiled me rotten with a Delft teapot and I got him the Burke Session Pro Brass whistle he’s been hankering for.
(Being as fiddle is, so far, pretty obviously his primary instrument, this was truly a gesture of love. 
)
P.S. Another Christmas treat: Mick, Louise, & Michelle Mulcahy’s “Notes from the Heart” CD is WONDERFUL.
On second thought, I should retract the joke about my beloved’s whistle playing. He’ll be fine.
catski - they got me the shampoo they like, but i think to grow my hair as a retaliation move
Aha! Reverse psychosis!
Brilliant.
My disappointment was that I’d hoped to start my kids skiing over the holiday but we had a thaw and all the snow in our area melted.
-Lessee..didn’t get that world peace I asked for, but did get on the waiting list. Its on backorder. Santa understood “World Peace” was mostly acquisitive middle-aged guy code for a Three Stooges DVD box set and the zennishly perfect little teapot found beneath the tree. Don’t know when the peace will arrive, but there’s hot tea and lots of Nyuk Nyuks and Woob Woobs in the meantime.
Nyuk Nyuk Nyuk!
Woob Woob Woob!
I didn’t get one. 