There are several
ideas about how Christmas presents began.
One thing that appears constant with all of them, though, is that Christmas presents were originally mainly for the poor, not for
family members. Whereas children might
get some candy or a toy, the bulk of Christmas giving was charitable gifts. We
still see this in Christmas customs such as caroling, where the poor would go
door to door and receive gifts, or in
the yule log tradition, which began with slaves who would be set free as long
as the log burned.
One theory is that
the change from charity to children began in New York in the middle of the
Nineteenth Century, about the same time as Santa Claus became popular. After mobs of poor people threatened the
wealthy in the draft riots during the Civil War, the wealthy changed what had been a
tradition of charity, choosing to give to their own children as well. These children grew up expecting presents on Christmas,
and became both givers and receivers. In
a generation presents became something that everyone gave to everyone. So the cycle of giving began. And Christmas has been a pain ever
since.
I love Christmas,
and especially giving, but Christmas giving often doesn't feel like giving, but
obligation. One tries to outdo the next on giving. Every year we seem to be driven to spend more and more and
more.
There are two
reasons for this. One is our competeive nature, driven by our ego. The
other is guilt. We spend money for gifts for one person, and feel the obligation to spend for
another. We have become so involved with
gifts that we have come to accept the premise that how much we give is somehow
connected with how much we love. Giving
has become more commerce and guilt than joy and receiving.
This year, my wife received a gift from one of her
student's parents. It was a handmade, hand embroidered Christmas stocking. She
apologized, saying that she could not afford a book she wanted to put inside.
Please
understand--this was a very poor woman.
So instead of spending money, she spent time and effort to make a
beautiful Christmas stocking for a woman who only tangentially touched her
life. It was an act of great honor and
beauty. In some ways, it was the one of
the most extravagant gifts my wife has ever received, considering the time and
effort involved. It was an astonishingly
beautiful gift.
I give gifts to
those I love at Christmas. But not just
at Christmas. I give them gifts whenever I can.
After this gift, though, I have decided that this year, I will be a "drive
by gifter" on every occasion I can.
A drive by gifter is
one who gives without warning or expectation. It is giving a gift to people
who do not expect it, and sometimes do
not deserve it. A gift is best given without expectation of receiving, and with
no expectation of return. It is that sudden,
unexpected gift that comes out of nowhere, often anonymously, which has the greatest
impact upon us.
A woman recently
told me of being at a fast food restaurant and having someone in front of her
pay for her meal, and just drive off. That's drive by gifting. A landscaper in one of my churches set me up
with plants for my yard, and then refused to take my money. That's drive by
gifting. Drive by gifting is any gift we
give that isn't deserved or expected.
When I'm in a
crowded restaurant and see a waitress mess up my order because she was being
overworked and underpaid, instead of
stiffing her on the tip, I try to increase it. I could make a statement to her
about my displeasure with a penny tip, but where's the fun in that? I don't enjoy it, and it ruins her day. But a
generous tip brings a smile to her face, and mine. A compliment given with wit to a person
having a bad day is a drive by gift.
The best gifts at
Christmas are not the gifts that are expected, but the one that are unexpected.
It s a shame that the traditions of Christmas seem to make it obligatory, and
hence take most of the fun away.
This year, if you
want to have fun, give some drive by
gifts. Brighten the days of a few people who do not expect it. I promise you, your day will go better as
well.
When
ReplyDeleteAll the scriptures were read
All the words were spoken
The last song was sung
And as
The flag was folded in silence
The birds sang their final goodbye