It was Christmas 2014, three months after my in-laws “gifted” me a Toyota Corolla to replace my husband’s RAV4 that I was driving with our then-4-year-old while he drove my Saturn sedan (which he hated). I say “gifted” because a month after they “gave” it to me (and after I donated the Saturn to a nonprofit), MIL asked why I wasn’t paying the monthly payments that were being taken out of her account, and when I showed up with a check at their house, FIL asked me why the heck I was paying for something that they’d given me. Needless to say, I hated that thing.
But this isn’t about that Corolla.
This is about the day my older brother drove from Texas to California and parked his tricked-out RAV4 Sport in front of our house and as I rushed outside to greet him, he handed me the keys along with a plastic folder containing the pink slip and other warranty documents, declaring: “Merry Christmas!”
“But… but I already have a new car,” I said, pointing to the Corolla parked in front of the RAV4.
My perplexed brother frowned (he knew nothing about the “gifted” Corolla). “So you don’t want it?”
You better believe I grabbed those keys so fast before he could pull his hand back. “Of course, I want it! And THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!”
Turns out he needed to replace his SUV with a sedan for his work, but instead of trading it in when he bought a brand-new sedan, he decided to surprise me with it. No questions asked. No demands. No bait and switch.
Just a Christmas present given with love that will always be my all-time favorite present… and automobile.
















