As I get older, I have come to appreciate the month of
November a little more. I think it is because the Thanksgiving holiday comes
around and we are all reminded to take a day to enjoy family and friends and to
truly take a moment of gratitude for the things that we have in this life. It
also marks the beginning of the Christmas season, a time of year when the
entire world is supposed to come together in love, peace and the spirit of
giving. Unfortunately, we seem to forget what the season is truly about.
Now, for you
Christians out there, I am not referring to the birth of Jesus. After all, he
was most likely born in July anyway. I am referring to the idea of GIVING—NOT
GETTING. I know as a kid we get all excited making out our Christmas lists so
that Santa will know exactly what we want. I know as a child I was somewhat
spoiled in this arena. After all, I can’t remember one thing that I asked for
and did not get. But then again, I was taught at an early age to be grateful
for any gift that was given to me whether it was on my list or not. Remember
that saying “it’s the thought that counts?” Well, think that if someone gives
you a gift, they were thinking of you, and probably fondly. Did you ever hand the gift back and say “what
made you think I wanted this?” No, because it is rude and selfish.
This past weekend, my family had our Christmas gathering.
Our tradition consists of drawing names of others on the opposite side of our
family so we are not burdened by buying so many gifts. The adults do this, but
when it comes to the children, we actually all buy them gifts. This year, we
had only 4 children to buy for, one being less than a year old. As most of us
opened maybe one or two gifts from our family members, these children were
going through as many as 7 and 8 gifts, not bothering to check labels or names
to see who gave them what. And then at the end of it all, my niece decides that
what she got was not enough because the younger one in the bunch received a
poster booklet that she wanted. It wasn't enough that she got a microscope, a
telescope, clothes, gift cards, a chemistry set, candy—she wanted to know why
she did not get that poster booklet. What she didn't know is that she was to
get one on Christmas Day. But it was way more important that she got it now. I
was disappointed because the only one who said anything to her was me and her
grandfather. After all, she never said
thank you to me for her present.
And then, there is my work place. As a grade level, we have
decided to do secret Santa this year. I drew the name of a teacher I love and
respect a great deal and was very excited to give her some gifts. I picked them
out based on a list that she made. On the first day, she complained that she hadn't received anything. The problem was I wasn't able to get the present to
her without her knowing it was me. The second and third days, I sent a gift to
her but there was a mix up and someone else got it. Each day, I had to hear how
disappointed she was that her secret Santa had only given her one gift. I
watched this teacher—an adult mind you—pitch the same fit that my 10 year old niece
threw. The next day, I made sure she got the gift with a note attached:
“I am terribly sorry that there was a mix-up and you did not
get the gifts that were for you. Please accept these gifts with my sincerest apologies.
I know how you love secret Santa and you deserve better.”
Do you think I was overly dramatic?
Anyway, I believe that the whole idea of giving gifts should
be that you want to give this person something because you like them, respect
them, want to show them that you are in their heart for whatever reason—whether
you love them as a lover, friend, or colleague. When I give a gift, I do not
expect one in return. I don’t think I am owed anything. I just want the person to know that I have
thought of them. To me, that is the truest gift of all. I mean, did the Wisemen
actually expect the 9 lb 2 oz baby Jesus to give them something back? Ugh.