I am going to write something radical, so if you have a weak constitution I suggest that you sit down.
I like giving Christmas presents.
I adore giving Christmas presents.
I would be more than saddened if I could not gift something to my nearest and dearest at Christmas.
In recent times it has become almost a mantra that many people utter as some chorus of superiority. I don’t think it is superior, or makes anyone finer to not give gifts. It is just a life choice, a decision made by an individual, which is their right.
We have never had extra money in the budget to be too extravagant with our gift giving, but we have always managed something. Sometimes more than one something! More times than not, however, Mr FD and I have forgone gifts to each other as the budget wouldn’t stretch that far.
Our children grew up with the pleasure of receiving gifts, but more importantly they grew up with the joy of giving. Without a doubt, we all find more happiness in giving than receiving, and that is a gift in itself.
These days, I am more mindful of wants and needs. I don’t want to give something that is just going to clutter someone’s personal space. Often it is something small that can be used and disappears, like a lovely scented soap. Or consumed, like the small gingerbread cottages we make some years. Bibliophile that I am, I love to select books for the people I love, and especially the children. Choose a book for a child and you are helping a child become the person they will become. I work very hard to match the gift to the individual, because it brings me joy.
Christmas is what we choose to make it, be it with or without gift giving, be it ever so humble or not. Mine has gifts.