Comments on: When Having Less Is More Than More

By: C. S. Wyatt

C. S. Wyatt — Sun, 28 Dec 2008 08:02:52 +0000

We basically missed the holiday this year, as I was ill. We have no children, but I was hoping to put up a tree, some lights, and surprise my wife with at least a small gift.

My gift was seeing her arrive at the nearby hospital early Christmas Eve to simply sit and read. She was my gift, and is every day.

Being “different” from others, having someone tolerate that difference is a gift. Having someone willing to listen to me complain about lights, smells, noises, and such is pretty nice. She might not understand, but she tries.

In the end, being accepted is a great gift. I couldn’t ask for more — though I do wish I had more to offer her. The best I can do is tell my online and print readers how great she is.

Someday, I’ll get her a nice house in the West and we’ll have a huge Christmas with lights, tree, and tacky lawn decorations. That will be fun.

By: Bonnie Sayers

Bonnie Sayers — Sat, 27 Dec 2008 18:17:03 +0000

My son likes the felt board book and watching the baking in the kitchen. They both played Topple and next will be the ice hockey game on the coffee table.

By: lynne

lynne — Sat, 27 Dec 2008 16:04:59 +0000

I agree with Casdok. My 5 year old’s big gift this year was a large set of wooden blocks. Five minutes after he opened them, he was playing with the styrofoam packaging. I think he will love the blocks in time, but less is definitely more.

By: Leanne

Leanne — Sat, 27 Dec 2008 15:41:07 +0000

I love having children who lack consumer conciousness. Our happiest Christmas moment was when the boys made breakfast with daddy.

By: Casdok

Casdok — Sat, 27 Dec 2008 15:23:17 +0000

Less is definetly more. C was very excited by lots of shiny wrapping paper.

By: Regan

Regan — Sat, 27 Dec 2008 14:14:54 +0000

Funny.
We did spring for one high ticket gift (a Wii so we can play some games on crummy winter days), but on reflection, the best moment of this Christmas Day was the almost bubbling over happiness Eleanor expressed after helping to make and then eat the Cioppino we made together for dinner.
What is it the ads say? Priceless.