Several years ago, a friend of mine found a way to un-money Christmas.
True, “B” needed to un-money Christmas that year because she had no money.
But she still gave gifts—cheap gifts, yet very special. Symbolic gifts—such as the one she gave to “J”.
However, J didn’t know what to make of the little witch doll on a string—an ornament, but an ornament more suited for a Halloween tree. Still, since J hardly knew B, she felt honored that the woman had thought of her at Christmastime.
Later, after the party, I explained the significance of the witch to J.
Witches go here and there, on their brooms, to whatever place needs sweeping. They clean up messes, clean up trouble. These witches are invaluable in our dusty world. For B to give my friend J a witch doll was high praise indeed.
And what did she give me that year? I’m hesitant to even mention that very personal gift. But for the sake of honesty I’ll tell you…
It was a bottle opener.
A bottle opener in the shape of a key—a big metal key, gold in color. Something from B’s kitchen drawer, no doubt.
Of all the gifts I’ve been given over the years, very few remain. I don’t like to collect “stuff”.
However, thirty years later, I still have that gold key…
…along with the thought that went into the giving of it.
© 2010, Michael R. Patton
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