Each year my holiday spirit seems to diminish. I’m not a scrooge, and far from it. It’s just that the real meaning of Christmas is hiding in the shopping malls with all the ignorant people who are really not sure why they are there except to but a gift for someone they probably don’t even like.
It seems to be a chore for most people and by all means shopping is no chore, it’s a gift. I like to give gifts from the heart and not because I have to or because people expect it but because it makes me feel good. If just for one year we didn’t give gifts, except the gift of love what would people do? What would these spoiled rotten kids do if I gave them a gift made from my heart?
A few weeks ago I interrupted a conversation between two co-workers. Why? Because I’m nosy and wanted to know why one was thanking the other for the gift she gave her. Turns out that she was feeling unhappy about something so the other gave her a gift to help make her to feel better.
Well of course I had to ask where my present was because I wasn’t feeling happy at the time either. But then again when am I happy. Any hoot, we laughed about it and didn’t think anything of it. The next day there sitting on my desk was a gift bag and guess what was in it? The best freaking gift I could ever receive <a href=”https://capricorn1966.wordpress.com/2007/06/04/angels-101-2/“>besides this one,<a/> , 3 avocados, and do you know why that was the best gift because well over a year ago when I use to have lunch at work I would bring avocados, slice them down, sprinkle them with olive oil, feta cheese, garlic salt and munch them down. The best gift of all was that she remember so long ago that I love avocados. She bought them for me to make me feel better and sure enough she did. (FYI cash WILL do the same thing)
So it’s December 5th, I have not put up any Christmas decorations or have not done any shopping.
Oh, I did buy a pair of shoes, black boots, three pair of pants, a sweater, necklace and bracelet.
Merry Christmas to me.