Showing posts with label presents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label presents. Show all posts

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Oh Wow! Thank You! *cough, cough*

Saturday, December 27, 2008

It’s a universal complaint that can heard in almost any lounge room in Australia on December 26th. While sitting in front of the TV, belly full of ham, roast potatoes and pudding, someone will complain about a gift they were given the day before. The question that is always asked is simply: “Why did he/she think I’d like that for Christmas?”


Don’t you love it? That look on the person’s face as they rip the paper off the present. As they catch a glimpse of the item underneath, they momentarily give away the fact that they are disappointed, confused and unhappy. That expression is quickly followed by a smile, ear to ear, and a hug and a kiss to the giver. Why do we put ourselves through this each year?


My immediate family are generally good at picking gifts. It was a bit touch-and-go one year (my mother almost bought me an electric toothbrush) but I’ve never had a profoundly bad gift given by my parents or my siblings. I can’t say the same thing about distant family members. One relative has continually upped the ante, year after year. He started up his own business, making gourmet food products. Slowly but surely, he has replaced dollar value presents with his self-made food items which cost him very little to produce. Bear in mind, I’m talking about obscure things like jams and sauces. Hardly something I can get excited about…


Like everyone else, I have relatives who I see only a couple of times a year. I’ve noticed that these relatives tend to give generic, gender-specific gifts, for example, all the adult men might get a deodorant and aftershave pack. This is acceptable – it’s too hard to buy individual gifts for every person. However, a few times my distant relatives have picked out something especially for me, and most of those times, my thought has been – you really shouldn’t have. Recently, a relative gave me a book about stamps which related to Australian history. She was so excited by it, because she knew I liked stamps. The truth was, I had liked them a decade ago, but that passion fizzled out about the same time I stopped reading Famous Five novels.


If you speak up and say you don’t like what someone has given you, you’ll be considered terribly rude. However, if you don’t speak up, it will keep happening year after year. What can we do to solve this most universal of problems? I propose that next year, we have a bad gift honesty armistice. For one year, everyone who receives an undesirable gift can inform the giver that they made a bad choice. No-one is allowed to get offended or hold grudges against the receiver who speaks up and offers their opinion. Wouldn't that be great? 

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

It’s Not About The Presents

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

I remember being a child and going along to church around Christmas time. The preacher would always make a point to inform us that Christmas is not about presents. “No,” he would say, “it is about the birth of Christ and as Christians, we should celebrate that event with joy.” I get the impression that most kids are told something similar, whether it comes from a religious slant or not – that Christmas has a higher purpose than gifts. It’s about coming together, helping those left fortunate and generally being a good human being.


This year, my immediate family are putting that to the test. We aren’t giving each other Christmas gifts. Shock, horror! “You can’t mess with the present tradition!” I can almost hear my ten year old self shouting from the deep recesses of time past. 


My mum and I talked about our present-less Christmas day. The question was asked: “What should we do to make this special?” My mind turned back to a memorable Christmas when I was ten or eleven. I vividly remember that at 11am, before the big Christmas lunch, my mum served us Asian nibblies. We had spring rolls, curry puffs and money bags with a thai curry sauce. They tasted amazingly good. I remember that the day felt incredibly significant because of that one meal. Christmas lunch was always special, but this added another layer of specialness on top! 


After relaying this story to my mum, we decided to have an Asian feast on Christmas day. This year, we will have a HUGE Asian-inspired meal, shunning the traditional leg of ham for something decidedly different. If I can somehow relive that joy of that extra-special Christmas with the Asian nibblies, I’ll be satisfied, with or without gifts.