I looked at the calendar today, really looked at it, and for the first time I realized that Christmas is only 13 days away. And panic started to set in because I haven’t even started to really think about Christmas gifts. Sadly, I do this just about every year. I’m not a big shopping loving person. And I really HATE shopping on line. I tend to ignore the purchase deadline guidelines that come out every October, reminders to get your Christmas shopping done now so that the packages will arrive through the military post or diplomatic pouch prior to the last business day before Christmas. It always feels like I am in a race to get something, anything.
There is another reason too. We don’t need anything. Seriously. What an incredible blessing to be able to say that. And the few things that we could use, but not found easily here, are taken care of by very special Christmas elves in the family. Another amazing blessing to have family back home to spoil us in that way.
There is also a selfish reason: we don’t have room for one more thing in this apartment. The idea of unwrapping gifts that don’t have a purpose or a place is just beyond me right now. No Christmas spirit about it at all.
I think that also I am just not a ‘receiving gifts’ linguist — you know, the five love languages in that book by Gary D. Chapman. And because of that I am not a big ‘giving gifts’ person, especially on a day when gifts are suppose to show up, I find the pressure to buy about sucks out any Christmas joy in the air. And I don’t know what to get. Nothing has jumped out as the “Pick Me, I’m Perfect” gift idea. Besides, with this FS lifestyle, we tend to celebrate with gifts throughout the year as opportunity and need arise. Which again, gets me stuck when thinking about what to do for Christmas gifts.