The Gift

*This is a true story*

December begins on Friday, and that means Christmas is on the way!

Though I have to laugh when I hear the song "It's the most wonderful time of the year."

Whoever wrote that clearly wasn't Irish because St Patrick's Day is the most wonderful time

of the year.

Anyways.... back to Christmas.

Last year our tea kettle broke.

I, having little to no money worked hard to earn some.

I went to Target with my friend Nicholle and found the most

perfect kettle. It was  red and beautiful.

I proudly and excitedly purchased it...

and I was so excited to give it to my mom that I didn't even wrap it up.

I just left it in the box.

My mother hated it.

The first thing she said when she opened the box was...

"Don't you know I hate the color red?!"

And she told me to take it back.

My heart broke.

I explained to her that it was the best one there...

So she reluctantly kept it.

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My sister wanted one of my sweatshirts for the longest time.

So one day, I decided to give it to her as a surprise.

I knew how much she loved it and I had just been to Ireland and had gotten

new clothes...

So I excitedly gave it to her.

And the first thing she said was

"Ew! This smells bad!/"

It had been washed and sitting in my closet for quite sometime.

Perhaps it had a closety smell....but couldn't she at least say thank you?

She crumbled my sweatshirt up and tossed it on the floor.

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Last year and this year, my sister kept scolding me  about how I never

get her earrings.

How earrings are all she ever wants.

But I never get them for her for Christmas.

Apparently my gifts aren't good enough.

My brother's girlfriend sat at our table this morning.

She told us she got her sister some earrings.

My sister sitting next to me turned and stared at me.

I didn't look up at her.

I just kept staring down at my eggs.

Why?

Because people have become far too selfish.

Because I feel like no matter what I get my family...

Even if I'm excited about it -

It'll be equal to trash.

Even if I worked hard to earn it.

And even if it was out of the goodness of my heart.

It'll never be good enough.

This year for Christmas.

The single gift I hope to receive...

is gratitude.

Thankfulness.

Kindness.

Wholeheartedness.

and the greatest gift of all.

Love.

(Later on in the car my mother told me that my sister told her that

this year - she did not want earrings.

And I wanted to rip my hair out.)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Kathryn.
"The single gift I hope to receive...
is gratitude.
Thankfulness.
Kindness.
Wholeheartedness.
and the greatest gift of all.
Love."
The above lines. Perfect and perfect wisdom shared. Thank you for sharing the amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote