December 18, 1985
“Christmas is so exciting,” say the kids as they bounce off the walls and plan for church, school and scout parties, concerts and plays. Lines for pageants and songs are brought home to be learned, the list of grab bag gifts to be remembered grows longer and the schedule of where to be when (sometimes more than one place at the same time) is magnetized to the refrigerator door.
Amidst the confusion and excitement somehow a tree does get trimmed, gifts do get bought, Christmas cards sent, Santa visited, cookies baked, etc.
I wish I had the confidence of my children in approaching all the activities and busyness of the season, especially when buying gifts. My list of “people hard to buy for” seems to grow longer each year and I walk around the stores in a daze looking for “the perfect gift.”
When Julie visited Santa over the weekend she sat on his lap talking for what seemed a very long time.
“Did you tell him everything on your list?” I inquired, visualizing the entire toy section of the Penney’s Christmas catalog.
“Well, he asked what you and the rest of the family wanted too,” she replied.
“What a nice Santa, did you know what to tell him?” I asked.
“Of course,” she said and rattled off a list of items.
The Christmas giving practices of children are in a class all their own. With new stereos, microwave ovens and fine jewelry on the lists of their loved ones they go off to the store or Santa’s Secret Shop with a few dollars or sit down with a paper and box of crayons and always manage to come up with something special.
The excitement on their faces as they whisper to others about the present, the clues they give as they try to make the recipient guess what it is, and that special hug and kiss that goes along with all their presents add up to a certain magic that turns their choice into the “perfect gift.” May you all have a Christmas filled with perfect gifts.