“It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.”

We were promised a warm day. That didn’t happen. Today is cold and raw. I had hoped to hang my outside Christmas lights, but that will happen another day. I went out for breakfast and met friends. It was a fun morning. You can’t beat a day which starts with friends and breakfast.

Yesterday I did make it to the dump. I thought there should have been fireworks and a parade; instead, I guess I’ll just have to celebrate an empty trunk and an empty backseat. I have started bringing all the Christmas presents downstairs so I can sort and wrap. So far we’re talking three filled bins with four more upstairs.

My yard got its final clearing today. I watched four guys with leaf blowers attacking on all sides the same pile of leaves in the driveway. Henry was the soundtrack. He barked the entire time. The worst was when they cleared the deck. Henry was barking fiercely at the back door. Nala was on the deck and afraid so the guys stopped. She ran into the house. My yard now looks so neat and clean and ready for winter.

When I was a kid, the parish had a Christmas fair every year. My mother used to help. I remember getting out of school early and walking two by two in classes from the school to the town hall, a block away. Once there, the nuns let us loose. My mother gave us money for lunch and to buy a few presents for the family. Lunch was always a hot dog with a small bag of chips and a small coke. I wandered from table to table. The favorite table was for kids buying presents for parents. Nothing was expensive. We’re talking a dime or a quarter. I could buy my father a white handkerchief. He always kept one in his back pocket. My mother was more difficult. I sometimes bought her perfume which I suspect she never used. I can’t imagine how a dime bottle of perfume must have smelled. My sister Moe bought my mother a Christmas cactus one year. It lived on the kitchen table near the window for years and years. It had flowers every Christmas. I think it still lives with one of my sisters.

When I’d get home, I’d admire the gifts I bought. I was so proud. I’d ask my mother for wrapping paper and tape. I remember sitting on my bed wrapping all the presents then putting them under the tree. There was no disguising which presents were mine. They were the small presents wrapped in feet of colorful paper.

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3 Comments on ““It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today the clouds have given way to sunny skies and the high temperature should exceed 80°. I think yesterday we topped out at 84°. And who said global warming was a hoax? 🙂

    I dislike buying gifts. I never know what anyone needs nor wants. However, giving a check seems very impersonal. A gift card shows that at least you made it to the store. I think everyone should shop after Christmas when the real bargains begin and leave Christmas as a religious holiday. Of course, biblical historians believe that Jesus was really born in the springtime. It’s hard to kill all those pagan rituals. 🙂 Judaism is such a boring faith, no wonder the pagans chose Christianity. Not requiring adult circumcision before the invention of anesthetics I’m sure influenced their decision. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      It was 43 ˚ but it really felt cold outside. I went home and stayed in after breakfast. No global warming here.

      I am a great gift finder. My sisters always love all the presents I find for them. If I see something, I’ll buy it no matter the time year. I have my Christmas boxes where I store all the gifts.

      I don’t think Christmas has ever been just a religious holiday. The joy is secular. We all went to church, but that was it for the religious part of the holiday.

      I’d rather shop for gifts. Even gift cards can be bought online. I love the little shops here o. the cape. The gifts are unique.

      I remember reading that Jesus was born in the spring. The I was in Ghana, we figured our weather was close to the weather in Bethlehem at the time. It was hot and sandy.

      • Bob Says:

        You’re probably correct. Christmas trees, candy canes, decorations, lights, and mistletoe are all add on’s from Northern Europe and Charles Dickens. Clement Moore popularized Santa and retailers encouraged exchanging gifts. 🙂


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