Christmas is about love, is it not?

     I was shopping at Costco last week for Christmas and I saw a handsome man fill his cart with large expensive gift packages.  He smiled at me and I smiled back.  He was full of the spirit of giving.  What I wanted to say was, "Hi Santa where is your white beard and hair, and don't forget me this Christmas."  But, I kept my mouth shut, which I have difficulty doing most days.  I still believe in Santa Claus.  Perhaps I kept my mouth shut because I was still feeling the effects of my cold or flu which the walk in doctor had suggested I could have.  I always thought I needed a fever for it to be a flu, but who am I to argue with a physician.  It is her domain after all.   I looked at the huge gift baskets which would not fit in my car nor my budget and I picked a small lovely package which looks pretty good when it is alone, afar from the big stuff.
     I love Christmas.  It is my favourite time of the year.  I love the Christmas lights, the Christmas cards and all the commercialism surrounding it, because it motivates my thoughts of Christmas.  Many people complain about commercialism but I lived somewhere once where there was none of that and what I felt I was missing was the spirit of Christmas.  It seemed absent to me.  So bring on all the commercialism because all it does for me is get me excited about Christmas and not the shopping. 
     Gift exchanges are special to me.  I do not care about the amount of money or what the gift is.  It could be a biscuit and I would be happy.  Years ago I was asked by a child if I could give her money instead of a gift.  I knew immediately that it was not the child speaking.  It must have been a parent.  This child was learning that money was important at Christmas, not the thought.  I explained to the child that I could never compete with the amount of money she receives.  I explained that when I choose her gift, I search for something for her that I think is special (looks expensive but is not).  I have never received a gift from her but this is not her fault.  She never learned about giving, just receiving.  This Christmas why not remember its roots?  What is the meaning of Christmas?  Are we lost in providing the biggest gifts and receiving them in exchange? Why not spend some time with an elderly person and holding them so they can feel what it is like being touched again?  Why not visit a neighbour who always seems alone and make them feel special for a tiny bit of your life?  Why not accept that gift graciously even if it is not what you want?  I always buy myself something at Christmas.  I do not expect others to buy extravagently for me.  What I do like, is to receive a card or letter (that is just for me and not a hundred others).  What I do like is a smile.  I do not need all the things that I can actually buy myself.  What I think is most important is the thought.  Why not look outside yourself this year and really look into the faces of others.  A smile can be a magical moment.  Merry Christmas, Happy Hannakah and Happy Holidays.