I love Christmas. The thing I love best is giving presents. I try to put a lot of thought and effort into the gifts I buy for my friends and family. I love the anticipation leading up to Christmas . . . hubby and son pondering what could possibly be wrapped in plethora of different shaped packages covered in pretty paper. The best part is watching them opening their gifts . . . hopefully, followed by an expression of joy at what they discover inside.
Admittedly, I've not always gotten the right thing for someone. It happens . . . as hard as I might try, I'm not perfect. But for the most part, I think I do okay.
I like receiving presents as much as anyone else. It's fun! But still, the worst part about Christmas, for me, is opening presents in front of everyone.
My family makes a big production about the whole package opening thing. I'd prefer to take my gifts and scurry off on my own to unwrap them. But, that's not happening . . . it would be rude and inconsiderate.
I hate it because I feel very self-conscious . . . I don't like to be the center of attention . . . and what if I don't like the present?? Holy crow! Don't laugh, it's happened . . . once I got a gift so horrible that I ran off to the bathroom and cried for a half an hour. I didn't come out until someone came to get me. Imagine how the person who gave me that gift felt. Oy . . . I shudder to think of it. It serves him right for getting me a crappy gift in the first place, right? Heh.
I'm better now . . . I do it and I put on a happy face. I wait until I'm alone to cry. Hehe.
The manner of giving is worth more than the gift. ~Pierre Corneille