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If it’s the thought that counts, then I’m doing fine, because I’ve been doing nothing but thinking. I’m thinking that what people need most is not anything money can buy anyway. I’m thinking material things, given in good faith or not, tend to be put aside fairly quickly and forgotten not long after. I’m thinking that what people remember a year from now about this Christmas will probably have nothing to do with anything that came in a wrapped package. I’m thinking I know better ways to put smiles on children’s faces than loading them down with a lot of stuff they don’t need.
There. Does that justify the thoughts I haven’t had this year, like what to buy? For once, I’m not berating myself for not starting my shopping in September. In fact, it’s a darn good thing I didn’t, because I might not have made it to January. I generally like the process of mulling ideas and sifting thoughts and riffling through catalogues. This year I’m doing it without the catalogues, though, and without overextending the credit cards and without the long lines at Target and Best Buy. Somehow I don’t think it will matter in the end. The holiday is what it is, and it has little to do with dollars, and a lot to do with sense. |
