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A little over twenty years ago, one of my sisters was married to An Idiot. There were six of us who had grown up together, and three of us were living on our own, with all of the "newly on your own" financial challenges that come with that. Anyway, it became the First Year we did "the Christmas Gift Draw" -- and frankly, it ruined Christmas for me.
You see, I was raised with the tradition of "feeling good because you are GIVING" -- and despite having "not much money" as a kid, I really enjoyed "giving" to my brothers and sisters. It was amazing how many presents you could buy on $15 (seven!). They were thoughtful gifts, debated mercilessly with myself for their "perfection" -- and I'm not going to claim they were "great" but they gave me a lot of joy. As my finances improved, my budget increased, and sometimes I spent nearly Five Whole Dollars on each person -- a veritable WEALTH OF MONEY (at least for me at the time!).
As I said, Christmas was about "giving" -- and I loved giving.
So, now the family was "drawing names" and who should I get but my sister's Idiot Husband. His Christmas "wish list" included (I kid you not) toilet paper and a purple garbage can (both of which I got for him). He was gone by the next Christmas (no loss!), and I vowed not to participate in such an event again, so when the other sibs started doing the "let's draw names" thing at Thanksgiving, I politely declined. One brother informed me that "money was tight" and I told him, "look, its not how much money you spend, its really THE THOUGHT that counts." (Silly me! I really believed that!) I gave him a gift suggestion -- a photograph of him and his new wife, with an added bonus of maybe putting it in a dollar store frame? (Double prints were all the rage at the time, and he'd been showing some off not long before.) Bastard gave me NOTHING for Christmas that year, and I was CRUSHED.
Nevertheless, being a firm believer in "its the thought that counts" and "better to give than receive" I spent the next twenty years buying gifts for all of my brothers and sisters as well as their children (now SEVEN SIBLINGS, plus spouses, and an eventual total of sixteen nieces and nephews). My husband (one unmarried brother) was frequently ready to strangle the shit out of me, but this was something that meant a lot to me, so he gave in. Money wasn't always readily available, so sometimes the gifts were "low budget" -- a trip to the used bookstore one year, homemade scarves another -- but I spent the time and energy trying to SHOW by Gift and Deed that these people meant something to me, and I loved them.
Finally, about three years ago, finances improved to the point where my husband didn't protest much when we went Christmas shopping. I unleashed my inner fantasy, and we spent a thousand dollars total on gifts for everyone. We got the "super cool things" (mostly games, to be fair!) that we thought would bring people joy, and it felt great! We spent hours wrapping everything, and I went a little nuts with ribbons and bows. It took two trips to the car to bring everything in, and I felt great watching the looks on people's faces as they opened everything up. (I was especially proud of the "Michigan State Monopoly Game" we gave to my eldest niece's long time boyfriend -- talk about a tough pill for my "Michigan University" graduating husband to swallow!)
Do you know what we (the two of us) left with? A Candle and A Puzzle. (My parents exchanged with us later.) That's right -- A Candle and A Puzzle.
My husband had officially had enough. The fact I didn't see anything wrong with this picture (wasn't it normal to be treated this way?) wasn't making things any better. He sat me down, asked me bluntly if I was trying to "buy" their love, and I was stunned. No, I wasn't! Well, then, did I just like being treated like shit? What part of me being so selfish did I not get?
Me, selfish? What?
I was making people uncomfortable. NOBODY (except the children) wanted the gifts, and they were making it perfectly clear. Plus, HELLO! They were treating me LIKE SHIT!!! A thousand dollars had been "wasted" on people who didn't appreciate either the time, the energy, or the money (and to be fair, my husband was mostly torqued about the money), and they were LAUGHING AT ME because they thought I was stupid! They weren't even bothering to teach their children to "exchange" gifts -- just "get" because that's the type of people they were. (We had been faithfully purchasing birthday/Christmas gifts for all of the nieces and nephews forever; now that some were getting older, there was a new movement afoot to "draw names" just when it was looking like we would be having some children of our own -- bad timing, eh?)
I tried to explain to my husband that it was THE THOUGHT that counted, and not the price tag. We were all well established, and we could pretty much go out and buy anything we wanted, but gift giving was about taking the time to think about what the other person wanted that they didn't even know they wanted, and that it was just Wrong to "give with the expectation of getting" because otherwise the thought wasn't "pure" but he shot me down.
"They aren't thinking of you," he said. "It just makes you a sap."
So, after twenty years of "not talking about it" I picked up the phone, and "confronted" my siblings about the issue. They were somewhat hostile, but I said my piece. The best line came from one of my sisters, and it stabbed me good and proper: "I already have to buy for 25 people," she explained. "I don't have the money to buy for you, too." (Please keep in mind that she has ONE child, her husband's parents are dead, and he has only one brother.) It hurt to find out that I didn't rank in her list of "top 25 people to think of at the holiday season," but hey, I guess it was time to learn the truth, eh? (For the record, I pointed out that she knew I was a book fiend, and I would not have taken a 25 cent paperback purchased at a garage sale as an insult, because I was talking about THE THOUGHT!!!)
For the last two years we have been on "the outs" with a good deal of my family, and so have avoided dealing with such things. What we did for the nieces and nephews was buy gift cards for a local movie theater, wrap them with some microwave popcorn, and some candy bars, and made sure they received them. (The gift card was for them to have fun with -- enough money on it for a movie plus treats -- while the candy and popcorn were for immediate gratification.) The kids seem happy, and we maintain our status as "favorite aunt and uncle" but let's face it, my husband and I are cool!
I don't know what we'll do this year. We still have to figure it out. I think we might handle each family "individually" with some gift exchange with some siblings, and some not. I think we will put a $2 spending limit on them, though, which could be a lot of fun! :)
So what is my advice to you? You said you hate shopping. Well, that is all about YOU, isn't it? If YOU need to concentrate on taking care of YOU, then do so. Just be aware that, at some level, you are insulting them, because the message you are sending is this:
"I really DON'T care."
The message finally got through to me, and it hurt a lot. If you don't mind whether or not they are in some emotional distress because they "feel for you more than you feel for them," go for it. If however, you actually give a shit about them, but really hate shopping, go buy some gift cards -- all you have to do is write their names on a fricking envelope, and you can do it all in one place. We're not talking brain surgery here, for heavens sake. Or if money is an issue, sit down and write them a letter sharing some positive memories.
Once a year, for no reason, for some of us anyway, its about taking the time to THINK about someone other than yourself. You can be "busy" all the rest of the year (and you are, aren't you?), but once a year, you take some time, think about someone else, wrap the thought in some pretty paper, and "show" them that you actually care. Spend a quarter on a gift from a gumball machine, if it helps to make a memory, or whatever, but quit pretending its all about the "gift" and not about "the thought" -- and quit using "I don't like shopping" as an excuse for thoughtless behavior. Pull out the photos, make a small collage, and put it in a dollar store frame.
Its really not about the gift. Its the fricking THOUGHT THAT COUNTS.
(At least for me; you get to figure it out for yourself!)
Good luck! Best, Ida
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