Gift-Giving

The tradition of exchanging gifts never took place in my home in these 18 years of my life. Perhaps when my sister and I were younger, we would find those gifts under the tree for us. But it was never continued. I tell my friends and they often are quite taken aback at this lack of continuity of a very essential tradition.

Upon returning from Midnight Christmas Mass, my parents found a card on their chest of drawers, a simple card printed from the PC, compiled by my sister, signed by both of us. Overjoyed, my mother questioned my father "They gave us this beautiful card, what have you given them?"

And he replied "I have given them freedom."

In this Christmas World of finding the perfect gift, nothing could attain greater perfection than this gift of freedom.

And I prefer it.