Brock: The spirit of Christmas giving
Two weeks ago, I accompanied my wife on a Christmas shopping trip. My wife carefully chose wrapping paper and, after proving to her that I was to be of no help, I wandered away. I watched folks like my wife, who were far more into it than I was, ...
Two weeks ago, I accompanied my wife on a Christmas shopping trip.
My wife carefully chose wrapping paper and, after proving to her that I was to be of no help, I wandered away.
I watched folks like my wife, who were far more into it than I was, and saw each had their own special lists by judging the contents of their carts.
There were young mothers looking for gifts for their kids and other family members. Folks of my generation seeking presents for adult kids and grandchildren. I didn’t notice any young men shopping for Christmas presents, probably because it was way too early to waste time before the holiday.
I found myself remembering those different times of my life and how celebrating Christmas through gift giving has evolved over time. Looking back, I remember eagerly waiting a visit from old St. Nick, but never imagined Santa bargain hunting up and down aisles to find the perfect gifts for my siblings and me on a small budget.
I remember building gifts for mom in school and how surprised and pleased she was to open them. I remember the first time I purchased presents for family with money I earned on my paper route. There was certainly something gratifying about giving gifts to family, but not without a bit of apprehension in the selection process and when they were opened.
I remember shopping for a classmate when our class drew names and exchanged gifts for the first time, and how nerve-racking giving a gift to someone outside of the family and doubly daunting because my Secret Santa was a girl.
I remember shopping for my wife on Christmas Eve and wishing I had started shopping earlier, and my wife and I shopping for our children and wanting them to have the best Christmas possible.
One of the best gifts my wife and I ever gave were baby bibs for my wife’s parents - our way of letting them know the birth of their first grandchild would be the next summer.
Nothing, however, was more special than watching my children open gifts on Christmas morning. Years later, I watched the faces of my daughter and her husband light up as they their own daughter opens gifts.
Christmas is, of course, all about giving. Here’s hoping you give or receive all the gifts you hope for this Christmas, and take time to remember the greatest gift ever given and why we celebrate tomorrow that baby in a Bethlehem manger more than 2,000 ago.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Brock is the publisher of The Press. Email him at firstname.lastname@example.org and call him at 701-456-1201.