I don’t care what people say, Christmas is about presents. You didn’t see the three wise men showing up empty handed did you?
I truly enjoy Christmas shopping. I like writing out my lists, flipping through catalogs, running around town to this store and that to get the best price. Loading up my Subaru with bags from Derby Street Shops, the Independence Mall, and Colony Place. Making trip after trip up and down the stairs to my apartment arms heavy with bagfuls of what I hope are the perfect gifts.
One year I bought my niece an American Girl doll she had been pining for. In that cruel way that adults have I hid the present. It wasn’t under the tree with all the others. It was only after everyone had opened their gifts, kissed each other on the cheek, and swept the opened boxes and wrapping paper into trash bags that I brought out the special doll. My niece tore through the wrapping, and when faced with the blond-haired, blue eyed doll starting visibly shaking. Her eyes welled up with tears: “I’ve wanted this dolly my whole life!” she cried.
That’s the reaction I shoot for every time I give a gift.
That’s the excitement I hope will overcome me each time I reach under the tree and see my name on a gift tag. So you can understand my disappointment when what’s revealed is a gift card – regardless of the store it came from (or the amount).
They say: It’s better to give than to receive, but surely they don’t mean at Christmas… do they?