The following story was written in 2009, eleven years after my husband and I married. Last week, Dear Reader, we left off with the first Christmas of my marriage to Chad. I’d just opened my one and only gift from him, a cordless screwdriver, in my stocking.
The screwdriver was met with even less enthusiasm than the birthday long underwear and the dating-Christmas-present-snow boots. My husband said, “You don’t like any of my presents!”
That would be the understatement of the year.
I asked him to please not buy me any more presents which worked well with our budget and our track record. You see, I like chocolate, but a bag of plain M&M’s is great because finer chocolate costs too much. Jewelry? I have a wedding ring and cute wooden teacher/apple earrings. Who needs more?
I’m one of these odd people who feel guilty about obtaining a luxury when there’s still a monthly house payment to make. My husband, like me, is very practical and so both of us really struggle when it comes to giving and receiving presents.
But I will tell you a secret. My husband and I LOVE gifts! There is no greater gift to me than when my husband comes home from work and his face lights up as he discovers I’ve baked chocolate chip cookies.
He receives a very appreciative e-mail at work when I wake up only to find he’s set out all the breakfast dishes for the children and me on a school morning. I could go on and on and on with our list of “gifts of love” that are given to each other. We’ve found these work so much better for our personalities than snow boots, and actually, on this plan, gifts in our home abound way more than presents ever could.
You see, on Christmas morning Chad and I don’t have presents under the tree but the gifts are everywhere. There’s the sleepy look on our daughter’s face and the raring-to-go energy of our son when we awaken them that blessed morning.
There’s the smell of cinnamon rolls for breakfast – a lovely family tradition.
There’s sweet young children who savor each of their three gifts and repeatedly thank us for a wonderful Christmas.
And finally, there’s the reading of the Christmas story from the Bible. No matter how many times we’ve heard it, it truly reminds us of the definition of a real gift.
I actually did get an early Christmas present from Chad this year. We were in desperate need of a new water softener, and you should see how clean my shower is now that the water isn’t so rusty. I’m thrilled!
Does my husband know how to buy a present or what?
Wishing you a blessed, peaceful, healthy Christmas, Dear Reader. I appreciate you. Until next Wednesday, Lord willing.