My youngest daughter, Brittney, asked me "what was my best Christmas ever?" Honestly, I had to stop and think about it. Christmas was always a big deal in our house. I told her about my new Barbie and the car I got to go with her. It didn't compare to what they ask me for, but I was wanting her to understand the significance of the memory.
Every year I try to please them on Christmas morning waiting for them to truly experience that same feeling. Not just the feeling on that particular Christmas but the elation and appreciation I felt every year. I have always been somewhat disappointed, so this year I decided to convince my husband to get as many of the things they wanted on their list. I told them if they were not satisfied this year next year we would only have decorations and dinner--no gifts!!
We opened our presents Christmas morning and the return on our investment in a few packages is well, priceless. Brittney was so touched by her presents she laid in my arms and cried. All day she repeatedly smiled and said thank you. My son ran all over the living room and and up the stairs and landed on top of his dad. The two of them screamed and jumped it was such a joy to watch.
I've been thinking all day, was it the gifts? I would like to think they got it! That they felt gratitude. The same I felt every Christmas and every time I think about the ultimate gift of love.
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