I have to admit—and I hope people don’t start throwing stones, or worse, hack my email or something—I am not a real fan of Christmas. Well, that’s unfair. I love Christmas, but this time of year? Insane. Everyone knows that, even our four legged creatures know we get a bit nuts when that Christmas tree comes out. And what is all that insanity for? Well, starting with Black Friday, all Americans really seem to care about is acquiring stuff.
It’s funny, I have had three different people tell me how hard it has been to shop for me this year. Why would this year be any different from any other year? I guess because stuff has lost its allure for me. In fact, I have been getting rid of a lot of it. I am so tired of keeping junk sitting around just because I want to own it even I never use it. With that in mind, I have been purging. I keep telling myself that my closet just isn’t big enough—and OK, it really is tiny—but I think I might have to hit there next. Yes, I confess, I just felt a little sad for myself as I typed that.
I got to thinking about this when I realized how many presents I had for my girls. Every year I seem to forget that, as the only grandchildren, they will be showed with love—brightly colored plastic love—from their grandparents. Thinking that made me realize that—once again—I’d gotten them too much. I think that the lesson that it is better to give than to receive is an important one. I certainly feel that way. I love to give heartfelt gifts to let the recipients know how much I care for them. I just don’t know how to teach that quality.