It's not that we have an official competition or anything. We don't really. On the whole, we're not that competitive. Still we all (that would be the Big Guy, Ratchlet, and me, the official Christmas shoppers), try very hard to find gifts that are suited to each other....books by favorite authors, the newest CD from a favorite artist, a canister set that would be just perfect for a newly-remodeled kitchen (but wasn't), the toy a child just can't live without....I'm sure everyone does that kind of thing to some extent.
Over the years, we have hit it many times with Ratchlet, we did it frequently with my mom, occasionally with my sister, even few times with my dad. I am an easy mark....I cry more often than anyone. If you've never had a similar experience, this may not mean much to you. But in our family getting a "best gift" is the ultimate in happiness and love. I know that M-t-G is still too young for us to identify a "best gift" for her, her tastes are still forming, she is not overly sentimental, she is enamored of everything she gets….to her they are all “best”. TA is another story. Gifts are not important to him. His family functioned differently and sometimes he just doesn’t quite get the whole gift thing at all. His enjoyment comes from the togetherness and family.
My mom was a magician at Christmas. She was able to give us all a wonderful Christmas every year, no matter how low the coffers might have been. She started this “tradition” many, many years ago. She was the most loving and giving woman, and at Christmas, Mom was at her very best. She always went overboard as far as numbers of gifts and she, too, would hit with the “best gift” for one of us nearly every year. So this has been a part of Christmas for my whole life. Mikey and I have always tried for the same loving and happy Christmas that Mom gave us. We love our family’s Christmas and all it’s traditions.
And this year, there was a “best gift”. It was perhaps, the best “best gift” ever! And it was for someone who frequently was able to give “best gifts”, but had never experienced one himself. Yes, the recipient of the best gift this year was my Mikey! Despite years of thinking that maybe this year will be the one. This will be the time, I manage to find the perfect gift for him, the “best gift”. There have been many times that he has really liked one gift or another, but the ultimate indication of the “best gift” never occurred. No tears. No “crying for happy.” No special feeling of sentiment and emotion all tied up in love and joy. And year after year, I felt let down when my hopes were dashed again. I just never hit it quite right. I wanted to find the perfect thing that would let Mikey feel the same happiness that the rest of us had felt knowing that we were loved so much and known so well! It didn’t happen. It was frustrating, but I kept trying.
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Merry Christmas, Bunky!