Even so, I’ve always been determined to buy the people on my list the perfect thing -- a gift that shows them I care about them, that I truly know them, that I’m willing to spend lots of money on them...
And since I’m a terrible shopper, that meant hours at the mall wandering around or hours in front of the computer, searching for the best gift ever (as long as it had free shipping).
Then I had kids and things really got out of control. Christmas was so magical for me as a child. I was completely determined to recreate that same magic for my own children. And of course that means lots of presents, right?
When you can compare Christmas to a bag of potato chips, you have a problem. I knew I had a problem. I just didn’t know how to fix it. How else does one do Christmas?
I do not want to teach my children that Christmas is about the stuff. Giving feels great, but the message is lost if the giver is stressed out, broke, and bitter. The click happened when I realized that I create my own Christmas.
It doesn’t matter how Christmas was done in the past or how other people do Christmas. Each year, I am in charge of either perpetuating the insanity or not. I. AM. SANTA.
No more wandering around malls. No more endless online browsing. No more out of control spending. No more buying for the sake of ‘Christmas morning impact’. No more filler gifts. No more obligation gifts. No more Made in China Christmas.
Rings and jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts. The only true gift is a portion of thyself.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Less stuff, less wrapping, less anxiety, and less debt. Eureka!
And if on Christmas morning the people in my life are disappointed with my new approach, well, maybe I can cheer them up with a pair of barely used skis.