Did you get what you wanted for Christmas or have you been checking out where you can sell that sweet pair of socks from Uncle Bert on the Internet? I wonder how many people still write letters – I mean, as an adult – to Santa, hide it in the hopes that someone special – or rich – will find it and fulfill their wishes. So many people, it seems to me, have come out of Christmas disappointed with their haul, even when they got almost what they wanted.
I guess we can all be grateful for those things we did get, and hope what we gave others was received in the same manner, but there are a few exceptions.
Gratitude. Anyone really know what it means? I don’t mean the dictionary definition of the word, but the real meaning to real people?
What did you get, Andra? Is a new car really that important that you forget the true meaning of this celebratory holiday – and I don’t mean the reputed birth of Jesus Christ since we all know and accept that December 25 is merely a holiday and not his true birthday – or that you forget to be thankful for the time spent with other people, people who love you but don’t need to show it with an overly expensive gift?
And as to Meg, well, what can one say? I fully expect to purchase my own house, from my own money. A car is exactly the same. Why should I demand so much from my family and, clearly in this case, give so little back? Didn’t they just spend the best years of their lives spending money on raising me, seeing that all my needs were filled, keeping me healthy? When it comes time for you to give presents to your children, will you give them all a house and a car for Christmas?
Not quite the wrong car but the wrong color and, if you ask me, the wrong person to receive it. I’m glad that Eli isn’t on my Christmas card list, just in case she complained that the stamp I used had a flower on it rather than the American flag…
I didn’t get everything that I wanted for Christmas, not nearly everything but, at the same time, I did get the things that I wanted. And I got those things which I needed too, those things which I prize and which made Christmas an event. Love and affection, friendship, togetherness, all things that you can’t buy. And, believe me, leaving aside all the material things I could have demanded, could have wished for, could have been disappointed at not getting, I’m grateful as hell for that.
Love & Kisses, Viki.