Excerpted from the November / December 2014 issue of Christian Woman Magazine.
Christmas is too commercialized. The stores set up Christmas displays in October; parking is terrible; the crowds are unbelievable; and everyone just wants to buy, buy, buy. Maybe you have felt that the newspaper ads, television commercials and the eagerly anticipated “wish books” are akin to big-time information overload. Burying your head under a pillow until Dec. 26 just might sound like a great idea to you.
But I have a confession to make: I love the commercialism of Christmas. My family celebrates the holidays as a season for spending time together and exchanging presents, and I love it. Especially the exchanging presents part. I love to come up with gift ideas. I love to make shopping lists. I even love to read the ads. The excitement builds as I wait for the Sunday paper to arrive so I can scour all the sales, looking for the best deals on gifts for my family and friends.
I receive great pleasure in spending time and effort on something that will bring happiness to a person I love. The thrill of the search, all-day shopping excursions, and the moment of success when the perfect gift is found culminates in a perfect holiday season for me. Then, when a gift is opened, whether it is an antique steamer trunk for my daughter-in-law or a tennis racket for my grandson, the recipient knows that I thoughtfully picked out that present specifically with him or her in mind.