...time to spend some money.
Lots of it.
And I am as guilty as everyone else.
As I sit here wrapping this mound of presents purchased for my hubby for our very first "married" Christmas, I can't help but think - why? Why do we feel the need to spend, spend, spend every year?
My mum and I were discussing the whole Christmas gift thing yesterday in the car. We have, as a family, decided to pare down to a stocking and one gift each. My mum said it reminded her of the year we went out west to visit my dad's family in Edmonton.
I was around 7, my sister 4 when my parents flew us all out to be with my dad's family for Christmas. At the time, my mother was a secretary making just over minimum wage, and my dad worked at a gas bar. As I'm sure you can imagine, things were tight - so tight in fact that by the time all was said and done, there was less than $20 each for Christmas gifts for my sister and I, and my mum and dad went without.
But you know what - I remember that Christmas clear as day, because that was the I got my very own box of 60 Laurentian pencil crayons.
It still is, to this day, one of the best gifts I ever received. I used those pencils down to nubs. I was the only kid at school who had them and when I sat there, watching my cousins opening gift after gift after gift, I took each colour out of the box and read its name to my mum. I didn't know copper was a pencil crayon!!
She said it was the most awful Christmas ever, but to me, it was one of the best.
So, the next time you're standing in line with a shopping cart full of stuff that you know your family won't remember in a few days, let alone a few years, remember, spending won't make it a memorable Christmas, but giving from the heart will.