I want to thank everyone who sent a response to this latest post. One response included this video I just had to share. Merry Christmas!!
The seasonal escapades are well underway. We have created lists upon lists of things to be done to celebrate, enjoy, get through, and endure until the New Year in underway. And, our lists include the well-known “Gift List.”
“Come they told me . . pa rum pum pum pum”
When, where did all this giving of gifts begin? Is it from the story of the first Christmas? Frankincense. Myrrh. Or is it, dare I say, after a Celtic pagan ritual relating to the winter solstice when gifts were exchanged between clans and chieftains as a means of renewing ties and friendship? What are the origins of this activity that now seem so onerous?
Many of us have heard of St. Nicholas, a Christian Bishop, known for his generosity to children. Then there is the theory, it is a conscript of the mid-December Roman feast, Saturnaua, taken up by the Church to entice the population toward Christianity. However the activity of Christmas gift giving began, where has the joy of giving and the appreciation of receiving gone? What of giving something meant to be enjoyed in the giving, and appreciated in the receiving?
“Our finest gifts we bring . . . pa rum pum pum pum”
What is it about the tangible piece and its finery that became the objective for the act of gift giving? The search, the quest, making us feel small and insignificant, nothing purchased quite “good enough.”
“I’m a poor boy too . . . pa rum pum pum pum”
There is one perfect gift that we seldom believe to truly be “good enough.” It is the one gift so many we care about, actually desire.
“I have no gift to bring . . . pa rum pum pum pum”
During yet another season of much togetherness, much doing, so much much, we become distant from ourselves and what truly matters – sharing our Self with others.
“Shall I play for you . . . . pa rum pum pum pum”
The one most desired gift wanted, now and any time of the year, by those that truly matter to us is . . . Us. To be with them in the present, sharing joyfully the food, sharing openly the conversation, sharing freely the moments.
“Then he smiled at me . . . .pa rum pum pum pum”
The Little Drummer Boy is a holiday favorite of someone I cherish, long passed, who taught me that the gift of Self is our most desired gift, and one we mistakenly think too small and insignificant.
“Me and my drum . . . pa rum pum pum pum”
Think again . . . . Happy Holidays.