I often grumble about Christmas. The stress, the consumerism, the forced glitz. But today I came home to a package sitting on our front steps. I opened the box, and just had to put the gifts under our tree.
As I sat there admiring the stunning wrapping (which I had liked on Facebook not knowing the gifts we for me) I started to think. All of the crap from the last few weeks, all of the stress over the encroaching Christmas period, was all lost in the moment of appreciating what Jenny had done. She had gone out of her way to know/stalk me and buy me gifts.
I had liked, and then not liked the gift FMS Exchange. But today, Jenny made me re-think my own complaints and grumbles. I complain about being split and having to travel to separate Christmas events. But what about those out there who have no one to share their Christmas with? I bitch about the consumerism of Christmas, but what about those who cannot even afford to eat.
Jenny has made me think about what Christmas should mean.. that being caring. Caring about people, whether you know them or not. Thank you Jenny for caring and buying me gifts. I actually do not want to open them and spoil the beautiful wrapping. I just want to admire them sitting under my tree and appreciate what they stand for.