Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Gifty

"Now to find his aunt Lovie a birthday present so he could ask her a few questions. The gift was necessary. Among Hayeses, present-giving was both incessant and evanescent;

mounds of gifts were exchanged on every known ceremonial occasion, and it had long been clear to Raleigh that the contents mattered less than the ritual of (sloppily) wrapping and (rapidly) unwrapping as
many little surprise packages as possible.

His daughters, genetically infected, were always disappointed when on their birthday he presented each of them with "one really nice thing." In the continual family potlatch, merchandise rotated, season to season, Hayes to Hayes, without memory, as handy objects lying about junk-jammed houses were offered up, with bright paper slapped round them as "little surprises."

For Valentine's Day, Reba was likely to give Lovie the same brass figurine of an elf under a toadstool that Little Em had given Reba for passing her realtor's exam. There was no true Hayes who would not rather open a surprise grabbing of junk than dollar bills wrapped in wax paper. "

Handling Sin
by Michael Malone
pp 149-150
May your gift giving experience be very much unlike the above quote.
The only thing I appreciate about this passage is the writing style. I read it a couple of times over because I just really liked the way the author described this whole process! Great writing, Mr. Malone. And after meditating on the writing, I stopped and pondered my gift giving with my daughters and with my friends. Gosh, I even had one of those "gasp! Is this describing ME?" moments for a second, but quickly agreed with myself that No, it's not.
Gift giving and Gift getting is not my ultimate love language, but I do usually take care in wrapping a gift (only use bags when at a baby-shower and the mom-to-be has a thousand and one gifts to unwrap). I do appreciate a well wrapped gift when presented and will always comment as sometimes the wrapping and the card are more my favorite than the gift itself! I'm just funny that way.
The gift itself is a hard one for me to purchase. I'm not too terribly creative and sometimes pull my hair out trying to find "the thing" that best describes my desires to say Happy Birthday or Merry Christmas to that particular person. It actually drives me bananas, to tell you the truth. Yeah, again, I'm just funny that way.
Alright, I'm going to end this post rather abruptly, I know, but I'm starting to ramble and long posts scare people and I'll lose readers. Plus, my husband just brought me a bowl of ice cream and it's starting to melt.

3 comments:

Kismet said...

That book made me laugh and that passage kinda reminded me of my sisters and girl camping :)

~K!

Jenny said...

I adore gift giving. It's one of my top love languages. Unfortunitally, I am financially unable to give as my heart longs to. I do so appriciate everything behind the gift when I receive one. I only hope it the same thought process that I go through when I'm giving someone a gift that they have for me: thinking about that person,making time to shop for them, selecting something that they will like, spending for it, wrapping it (never in a bag) and handing it to them. It's not the actual thing; it's everything else around it. Oh the joy!

SuperDave said...

I feel that if a gift is given for the person receiving it, this tells what if felt by the giver. Wraping included. This will require a post of my own.