The old adage “‘Tis better to give than to receive” has been spoken so many times. I feel like sometimes it has no meaning left anymore. In this world of materialism, of keeping up with the Jones’ despite what it does to our bank accounts or stress levels knowing the financial strain it places on us just to keep up. The world we live in wants more and more. Gluttony abounds.
For so many years, I would go and buy presents for myself (including when I was still married because my ex couldn’t make any effort to do anything for anyone). I would wrap them and place them under the tree. On Christmas morning, as I unwrapped these gifts that were labelled as being from everyone else, I would pretend to be surprised by the gifts.
I am no longer doing this. This year, I have been forthcoming with my children and told them that I do not need gifts under the tree. You see, my sons, knowing that there is not a significant other in my life and knowing all my family lives far away, they realize that there is nobody who can take them out to buy me Christmas presents. Their father? I think he would sooner see me dead than help them buy gifts and they know it all too well. They don’t dare ask.
So this year, I have invited my boys to join me in choosing a senior from the community who is in need of items. We went down to our local London Drugs and chose a card together off the tree. They wanted to choose a man, so we did. Many asked for essential items such as deodorant or razor blades. Our senior did also, but he also needs a blanket and would like some socks and such. We have gathered up the items requested, and added in some chocolates, tea, and handmade men’s slippers. I am currently making a new hat for the gift also. We will together write our holiday wishes into a Christmas card, and when finished, we will take the package back to the store where they will give the gift to our senior.
The other gift I am giving myself is the gift to another single parent. Being in the position I am, I know how sometimes the holidays can be difficult without extended family nearby, and to do all the Christmas stuff yourself as a single parent. I am gifting a photoshoot to a single parent (maybe two, dependent on time), who has no family nearby. The photoshoot is for the parent and their family. No strings attached. No contracts. No expectations for ordering images. The photoshoot is going to be done because it feels good to give something to someone else without any expectations. The parent will receive all the photos edited on a memory stick and they can be printed or not, shared or not. Totally up to them.
This, to me, is what the holiday spirit is about. It isn’t about how much you get. It isn’t about how much you spend. It isn’t about outdoing the other parent in a bidding war over the children’s love. It’s about integrity, compassion, and caring for those in our lives and our communities. Christmas is about loving one another regardless of race, creed, personal preference. Christmas is about harmony. Christmas is about joy.
I believe this will be my best Christmas yet.