'Tis the Season

Lots to ponder during this festive holiday season. Naturally, I am even more aware of my blessings during this time, but I find myself reflecting on some of the gifts I have received and truly appreciated in the past.

I'm not sure of the occasion; it was probably a Father's Day. Julie gave me a framed photo of my father. Unexpected and thoughtful; I was touched. My father was 72 years old when Julie was born. He was over 80, and a stroke survivor when he moved in with us. My kids never really knew him as a young or even middle aged man. My mother was always the fun grandparent, playing games, telling jokes, giving out candy, hugs.

So I am very pleased that my father's memory is kept alive; the picture is in our China closet.

Thank you Julie.

I clearly remember the occasion of the gift I most cherish from Sara. She wrote me a heartfelt letter shortly after my mother's funeral. I think that's when I started treating Sara as an adult.

This may not have been sent as a gift, but it was received as one.

Thank you Sara.

Several years ago, Amy began sending her mom flowers at school on December 5, the birthday of Amy and Sara. How thoughtful. I suppose this gift is not specifically for moi, but whatever is done for my better half is done for me. (The flowers were sent home this year, where I graciously received them.)

Thank you Amy.

My mother was the most gracious recipient of gifts I have ever known. (Her wailing response to the receipt of a bathroom vanity is legendary among the Guastellos.) I've never been that good at it, but the gifts I have chronicled here are still appreciated and I am so pleased that my children agree with the philosophy that it is better to give than to receive.

Having said that, it may seem contradictory that we are attempting to minimize the gift aspect of Christmas this year.

Not so. We don't need a holiday to exchange gifts, and, while flowers aren't cheap, the expense of gifts is irrelevant. It is, of course, the thought that counts. During this holiday season we have already enjoyed the warm hospitality of John and Sara's home. Julie and Kirk are opening their house to all on Christmas day. As for Amy, her presence is always her presents.

Geeg of course has given me the greatest gifts of all. Three girls, three pearls. Or, is it matching pearls and a jewel?