Christmas
is coming. The goose is getting
fat. Please do put a penny in the old
man’s hat. If you haven’t got a penny, a
half penny will do. If you haven’t got a
half penny, then God bless you. This
song popped in my head this morning as the Christmas hustle and bustle nears
its climactic end. With it, I pondered
just how commercialized Christmas has become.
A
number of months back, my friends and I were talking about this and how we’d
rather honor a person’s birthday in a more significant manner than buy tons of
gifts for Christmas. In recent years,
whenever asked what I want for Christmas, I struggle to come up with a list of
even a few items. Not that I wouldn’t
like to have gifts. I would. But for me, the real joy of Christmas is
watching others be happy.
There’s
nothing I like more on Christmas morning than to curl up in an over-stuffed
chair, a steaming mug of coffee in my hand, watching others open their
presents. To me, things aren’t what bring about happiness. It’s the act of giving what money can’t
buy—one’s time, devotion, affection, etc.
A pat on the head, a comment telling me I’ve done a good job or that I’m
appreciated…these are the gifts I treasure most. A smile, nod or warm embrace, these are the
gifts that melt my heart.
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