These nice cosy fleece-lined winter gloves are a gift to myself.
There are those in my life who might normally buy me such a gift,
but some have a superstitious belief about presenting gloves
as a gift. They think it might be like a symbolic handshake suggesting the end of a friendship.
Just like some others won’t make gifts of scissors or knives: they might
symbolise the cutting of friendship ties. So for things like these, I make sure to buy
them for myself.
I don’t really hold with these superstitions, but because I care for the people who hold them
I respect their right to believe in them.
And for the rest of this winter, my hands will be warm 