Christmas morning, as we gathered around the tree, I literally sat there feeling dread and thinking the following:
"Christmas should be celebrated with the children, only, receiving gifts. My sisters and I have discussed and agreed upon this yet someone always "breaks the rule".
"Why are we "grown-ups" spending money on each other like this, when they have children to raise, futures to think about, and possible medical emergencies, heaven forbid!".
"What am I going to do with all the stuff coming my way"?
"Maybe I can return it and receive store credit? That way I can use it for a gift in the future for that person"?
"Come June, I'm going to tell them all that I'll be going on a camping adventure and won't be in town for Christmas." (Something I've daydreamed about doing for years.)
"What am I thinking?! . . . shame on me"!!! "There are people out there who would give their "left foot" to trade places with me"! "You ungrateful thing, you!!!".
Well . . . they're beginning to listen to me . . . with sincerity and love. My most treasured gift? A card with an original poem hand-written in it from my niece.
Being listened to, with thoughtfulness and love is the best thing we can do for each other all year round, isn't it? Maybe I won't go on that camping trip next year.
"Christmas should be celebrated with the children, only, receiving gifts. My sisters and I have discussed and agreed upon this yet someone always "breaks the rule".
"Why are we "grown-ups" spending money on each other like this, when they have children to raise, futures to think about, and possible medical emergencies, heaven forbid!".
"What am I going to do with all the stuff coming my way"?
"Maybe I can return it and receive store credit? That way I can use it for a gift in the future for that person"?
"Come June, I'm going to tell them all that I'll be going on a camping adventure and won't be in town for Christmas." (Something I've daydreamed about doing for years.)
"What am I thinking?! . . . shame on me"!!! "There are people out there who would give their "left foot" to trade places with me"! "You ungrateful thing, you!!!".
Well . . . they're beginning to listen to me . . . with sincerity and love. My most treasured gift? A card with an original poem hand-written in it from my niece.
Being listened to, with thoughtfulness and love is the best thing we can do for each other all year round, isn't it? Maybe I won't go on that camping trip next year.