Now, as far as I'm concerned - that's crazy-talk.
I love presents. Love. Not just getting them (though I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to get presents), but giving them, too. Especially to kids. There is nothing better than knowing I'm the one bringing the present that will send my cousin's smile over the top.
Of course, I also like getting presents. Hey - I'm the only child of divorced parents, who is also a daddy's girl and my
Santa dad has a big gift budget. You'd like getting gifts, too, if you were me.
But I don't think it has to be a choice. I don't have to choose between really liking presents, and understanding the true meaning of the holiday. I think a person can do both - and I think I'm pretty good at the balance. There's no reason you can't bring joy to others, either by giving a gift or donating money or time - and look forward to a
lot of few pretty packages under your tree.
But to have to choose between making others happy, enjoying yourself, and appreciating the real "reason for the season?"
That's just crazy.