Why is the gift always so competitive? Why must it always have to be the most expensive, the shiniest, the most thoughtful, the most creative?
Why can't the gift be a presence, a thought, a memory. How materialistic our society has become. "It's the thought that counts" has become a pitiful, guilty phrase.
Nobody wants to give a half-ass gift. When the receiver opens your gift, you want them to light up. You want them to be surprised and not because they are forcing it.
What a stirring feeling to know that your gift is pure perfection. So I run to Target, because it is the only place I have a credit card to, and the only way I can afford gifts this year.
I proceed to take out my hand-written list of gift ideas, trying to be as creative and thoughtful as possible.
In the back of my mind I am praying they will suffice and then realize that those who love me want nothing more than to see me smile, and to witness me enjoying my life.
I also experience pure joy when I see my beloved family and friends smiling. The best things in life are made simply.