I got a great Christmas present today. A gift of color, light and beauty. And it didn't cost a dime. But it is a priceless gift because it is from the heart of an old and dear friend who seemed to know instinctively what I would love to get for Christmas.
Call me Scrooge, but the ongoing collapse of the consumer shop-till-you-drop economy on maxed out credit cards got me to thinking about the value of the compulsive present buying that starts the day after Thanksgiving and goes on relentlessly until Christmas Eve. It seems to me that the more frenetic the shopping for ever more presents the less value is placed on any one of them in a kind of inverse ratio. I have seen people almost robot like open one present after another, hardly look at it, and then tear into the next one in the same robotic manner. Their self worth seemingly in proportion to the quantity and not the quality of the gifts.
Scrooge was a miser not so much of money as of the human spirit. When he bought a huge goose for the Cratchet family, he was not so much opening his purse, but his heart. The message of Dickens story is that a true gift benefits both the giver and the receiver.
As my old friend shared this gift of light and beauty with me, so I pass it on to you dear friends.
Click on the title to see this beautiful gift. If it doesn't raise your spirits, then maybe you need a visit by the three spirits of Christmas past, present and future.
Oh, and here is one more tree and, of course, me.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR.
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