Holidays are around; it’s a giving & sharing season. Everyone’s busy trying to make that final dash at the mall in order to complete the holiday list. Some people take huge efforts to find that perfect gift for their loved ones. I saw a post from a co-blogger that posed a question is there a perfect gift?
Not sure about others but one gift that I received as a kid is still fresh in my memory, even a thought of that moment spurs an upbeat feeling in me. I went to a catholic school for my elementary education. I celebrated my first Christmas in kindergarten. Our school used to put up a tree for holidays and little celebration. Prayer, few carol, an inspirational speech by a senior teacher and kids would wait the moment of the day, receiving a gift from Santa. School would usually get three or four different varieties of popular gifts of the season. Santa would pick a random gift; wrapping would hint boy or girl gift. That year it was a blue car, a stuffed snowman, a bamboo-flute and couple of other girl things. I wanted the flute. My eyes were glued to the pile of gift boxes & in no time noticed that the long boxes, the one that had flute in it were disappearing fast. Whoever piled the boxes did a lousy job in placing all long boxes on top. I started praying, both the. One that was taught at school, other learned at home. A kid just back from Santa announced no more flutes left. I should have flipped the coin for prayers. Two different prayers may have confused the staff up there. “Never lose hope” were words still echoing in my mind from the speech delivered by that gentleman few minutes ago. I was clinging to those words like a creeper vine.
When my name was called my eyes were desperately seeking that lean long box. Santa wished me Merry Christmas & handed me a big box. In response lips that were supposed to stretch wide with a smile dropped down to a puppy face. My eyes were now glued to the tree which had couple on them as ornaments – my desire of the day. Teacher standing near by maneuvered my shoulder hinting me to go and take a seat. My eyes still glued in desperation to the tree. My obvious body babylanguage didn’t go unnoticed with Santa. Letting out his Ho Ho Ho one more time he spread his arms & I gravitated into the hug. He carried me and asked, what’s the matter Son? I pointed towards the tree, he took a step near the tree & I plucked the slender box. Clutched in my tiny fist the box did a charm, my face lit up brighter than the tree and lip corners rushed to greet ears. Santa let out a loud laugh, with a kiss on my forehead he put me down. Ecstatic, I jumped my way back to the seat.
I celebrated four more Christmas in that school, received numerous presents in my life on Christmas, Diwali & Birthday. None came close to the gift that I received that day. Santa was probably an hourly paid professional as I think of it now. I was one amongst the hundred kids out there & he could have just handed any box & waited for the next kid. Instead he did something different. He saw that little kid’s face in murk, and made that extra effort to convert that gloom into glee. That flute was probably worth five bucks, may be lasted for about two years but the sweet memory associated with that gift is tattooed permanently in my mind – priceless. The gift from material stand point was just an ordinary gift; however it had an association of kind gesture, a gesture that read a down face and brought a smile to it. The gesture adds preciousness to the gift. I have read some where, “You are not wealthy until you have something that money can’t buy.” I think the best gift someone can give is a priceless gift that makes a person “wealthy”.
Holidays are all about spirits. It’s about getting into the spirit for the holidays. It’s about celebrating the festival with spirit along with your friends and family. Remembering the lost ones and loved ones who are not near, knowing that they are always with you in spirits. It’s the time to show some spirit for the under-privileged. No matter how tough the year has been so far, festivities are meant to keep your spirits high. I personally like being high on spirits during holidays. Secret Santa at company and my eyes are looking for that long packet, the 750ml long packet. I guess the spirited kid in me is still alive; same choice just a different taste!! It’s all about the spirits.
Feel free to share about your spirits this Holidays.
And finally if this Holiday Spirit rambling has put anyone out of spirits, blame it on Susie & Stephanie . Susie incited me to write a post on Holiday spirit here & Stephanie’s post on perfect holiday gift spur random thoughts in my mind about one precious gift. As a tribute to the inspiration derived to compile this post, I have stolen images from both the posts & pasted it here.
Hope you all have Happy Holidays.