A Christmas Story: Gift-Givers and Giftees
We all know the story of the woman
expecting a diamond necklace who gets the Swiffer for Christmas. Or
the woodworker, the mani-pedi.
What do you do when you get a gift you
really . . .don't want?
Oh, I've been there.
Granted, my husband is Jewish and
Christmas has come hard to him. But what do you do when you don't
get what you want, from somebody you love but who should know better?
Experts conducting an experiment found
that women who got an undesirable gift shrugged it off, while men who
got a bad one weren't quite so easy-going. They say it's easier for
women to wreck a new relationship with a bad gift. As if.
Larry hasn't always been a, well, great
gift-giver. When we first started dating I got a diamond heart one
Christmas, a solid gold bracelet another and even one-carat diamond
earrings the Christmas I was pregnant with our son ( my idea).
What is the effect of bad gifts given
within established relationships? Arthur C. Brooks at The New York
Times quotes writer Thomas à Kempis, “A wise lover values not so
much the gift of the lover as the love of the giver.” In other
words, it’s the thought that counts.
According to psychologists, the thought
does indeed count — but only up to a point, Brooks writes, even
though many people recalling a bad gift positively evaluate the
thought behind it.
As the years have gone on, and
especially after our son was born, there were years when no gift was
given. Busy with the demands of an infant, then toddler, I didn't
pay too much attention. But when Phillip was about five or six, he
noticed that I hadn't gotten any gifts that year. So he made me a
little cone out of paper that had a drawing on it. I treasure it, to
this day.
It's been one of the hardest things to
accept about our relationship that Christmas – and birthdays –
are just another day to my husband.
I guess it all comes back to the fact
that my parents made a big deal out of Christmas. And Larry's family
never bought gifts for each other – checks were handed out and that
was it. So probably it's no surprise that he doesn't see much
significance in holidays and other important events.
But I know where my need for an
expensive gift comes from. In my family, that was the only way we
showed love.
I've gotten better at the
less-than-inspired gifts over the years. There was the Christmas he
gave me a pin. Then there was the gift he lost (at the time, I was
pregnant, and went bananas). It turned out to be a beautiful
diamond-flecked platinum band, which reminded me of infinity, and has
to this day been the most special gift ever to me, as I lost the
pregnancy.
At least he remembers, jewelry.
Now I pick out my own gift. I do miss
the unwrapping of the present and (hold your breath), the surprise
inside. But look at it this way. At least I know I'm not getting a
Swiffer.
May Santa be good to you all!
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