Christmas is supposed to be a time when we remember all the people who bring good to our life. We're supposed to show love for one another, and kindness towards strangers. It's supposed to be a time when we're focused on dreams, and possibilities for the future. When we should be concentrating on what makes us happy.
Instead, we get caught up in finding the right gift, at the right price. We want to give the biggest and the best - and we want to receive the same. We want the best parking spot and the shortest line. We want to be invited to all the right parties. We want to be the best-dressed in the room, and we want someone to meet under the mistletoe.
Kids get it. They look, wide-eyed as they pass Santa in the mall. Or rather, as we drag them, running from one end to the other. Kids stop to throw snowballs while we're plowing through the parking lot, bogged down with heavy bags and snarling at fellow shoppers. Kids wake with excitement on Christmas day and want to spend the day laughing and playing; we hurry them up, so we can clean the house and get ready for company.
We need to take a lesson from the kids. Let them remind us what is important. We need to make sure we don't forget to remember.
(I can't take credit for "forget to remember." Credit goes to this guy.)
I'm still a kid at heart and still believe in Santa. But I also want to find the perfect gift (which is often hand made or a small treat) and love getting presents (small and thoughtful is better than big and expensive)
ReplyDeleteI love to give gifts. I think a lot of love and thought can be wrapped up in any gift, no matter how much it costs to purchase or make.
ReplyDeleteI think I may still be a kid. I still throw snowballs and laugh too much and I don't bother with cleaning.
ReplyDeleteMy wife has moments of extreme dislike for me sometimes.
:P