The Spirit of Christmas
“Honey, how much did you spend?” This is a question I ask a lot. I’m the bookkeeper of the family and I always try to keep us on budget. Susan and the boys just got back from shopping for gifts we would send to children of war-torn countries. She didn’t answer the question, instead, she gave me a look that says, “You don’t want to know.”
“Honnnnnnney” I said, with a tone of voice that was a cross between a whine and a scold. Before I could say the next word, my nine-year-old son replied “But Daddy, it’s for the poor people.”
Suddenly, I felt pretty small. There I was, a grown man, looking up to my son that stands a mere 50 inches tall. I felt ashamed for viewing Christmas as one more expense tugging at an already stretched family budget, and was proud of my son who understood the spirit of Christmas.
Perhaps you feel the same tension created by not wanting to be a scrooge, but still wanting to keep spending under control. Is there a way to enjoy the holi…