I know it’s no big surprise to anyone that Christmas is almost here. My Kids have made their lists, and have high expectations… maybe too high. I know it’s not only my kids, I hear other’s asking for expensive presents too. I always try to go by their lists, but, set a limit on how much is spent, and that each person has the same amount spent on them.
I grew up with Parents who really didn’t care about Holidays, or birthdays, at least on the birthday thing, mine, it’s 2 days after Christmas. It was always combo Christmas/Birthday present.
We were poor, so, as I got older I did resent it, but, hey, real life is real life. I do remember having fun looking through the Christmas catalogues. Dreaming of what I would buy, for myself and my siblings if money were no object. I spent my life dreaming, must be why I have a good imagination! There were some years where I was Santa to my Brother’s and Sister. I always mowed lawns in the summer and babysat, until I was old enough to get a real job. The year my brother Michael was born (Dec. 24), with Mom being pregnant and Dad never giving a darn about Christmas, there wasn’t going to be one for us. If I remember right, a day or so before Christmas someone felt sorry for us and gave us a tree. My brother John and I knew that we had to cut a piece of the bottom off and put it in water in the tree stand. (I was 13, he was 11) We didn’t have a saw, we used the next best thing, a serrated knife. I held the tree, he sawed… I should have let HIM hold the tree; he almost cut my finger off! We got the tree up; the presents were from me, and what ever the younger kids had made at school. I can’t remember what I got them exactly, probably coloring books, crayons, stuff from the Five and Dime. Thing is, they remember, and the memory of that Christmas is special to them. It always was special to me too, I do remember the fun I had buying them presents, but, until recently I had no idea that they remembered.
I guess my point is, sometimes it’s the small kindness that is remembered. I need to work on helping my Children understand this.
I had fun, helped make a special memory with my Brother’s and Sister, and have a really cool scar on my left index finger, that I get to make my Brother John feel guilty about!! What more could I ask for??