
Christmas is about the birth of the Christ. God in human form. But I learned something about myself tonight. We had our first Christmas that R3 knew what was going on. This has been a rough year for anyone who is in the automotive retail business. As such, this was a pretty lean year for Sara and I as far as gift giving went. I wasn't going to let low funds ruin R3's Christmas though. We got him several Thomas train sets and videos (He'll be gettin' some more in the morning, from Santa, too!) I got Sara several cooking tools and a set of DVDs.
I got a CD.
Growing up, I always liked Christmas because I couldn't wait to see what I got. Like I said, this year was pretty slim. Yet, I felt more fulfilled than past years. No, it wasn't the single $8 CD. As good as Agatsuma is, it was something else. My Christmas gift this year was watching my son jump up and down squealing with delight at the new discoveries that lay behind the tightly wrapped paper enveloping the boxes within. That beautiful smile. The "happy dance" he does. That look of confusion that he got from: Do I play with this? Or do I open another one?
No. My greatest gift this Christmas is seeing they joy that I was able to give to my son by sacrificing all the "cool-gotta-have" stuff the retailers told me I needed for myself.
It's too bad it took me 29.5 years to learn that.
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