A Christmas Lesson

Some years ago, I was given a gift. It was a gift that I didn't appreciate. It taught me a valuable lesson I've never forgotten.

Here's the setting. My sister wanted a particular CD. My brother gave it to her. He gave my Dad something he was excited about. My Mom got something equally impressive. I got this ornament. Naturally I was gracious, but disappointed. How could everyone in my family have gotten a great gift while I got something you hang on the tree?

I seethed most of the day. Especially after my sister listened rapturously to her new music. I'm not a greedy person by nature, I just expected some degree of fairness. I felt cheated. Slighted. 

It was some time later that afternoon. I don't recall the exact details of the blowup that ensued. It wasn't really a blowup, but I did let my brother know that I was not happy with his gift. Maybe he left his shopping too late? Maybe he spent all his money on everyone else's gifts? What possible reason could he have for giving me such a gift?!

"I saw it. And I thought it would be something you would like."

I felt about 2 inches tall. I'm tearing up just recalling his response. His gift was from the heart. And I had completely missed the point. Every gift should be given with thought and love---his was. I don't know what CD he gave my sister, or what my parents opened up, but I will never forget this present. I took it with me when I moved out and went away to college. It never even makes it the Christmas tree. I keep it on a shelf of keepsakes and souvenirs on my bedroom wall. It stays out year round. I love it's heart cheeks! I love his buttons! I love his scarf!

  

I love this gingerbread man!

Thank you Steele. Thank you for a Christmas lesson I will never forget. This ornament has become one of my prized possessions. I know it didn't cost much, but it's value is beyond measure. 

Merry Christmas!