We wander through this life being given gifts, sometimes ones we don’t even recognize as gifts.
It’s easy to get caught up in the glitz and momentum of Christmas. The lights, the stores, the sales, the rushing around, but it always reminds me that having so much has made us poor in many ways.
In the spirit of Christmas I was reading The 13th Gift by Joanne Huist Smith (Harmony Books) where grief and loss are wrapped in the bright and sparkly tints of Christmas. Getting through Christmas after losing someone can seem cruel and impossible. In this book, a family is helped to remember the joy of life after loss when mystery friends leave small gifts on their doorstep for 13 days before Christmas (although actually The Twelve Days of Christmas begin on Christmas Day, sometimes Boxing Day or St. Stephen’s Day, December 26 until Twelfth Night, the eve of Epiphany, January 5). Sweet and optimistic, this book reminds us gifts don’t have to be expensive, big, signed, or even a physical – it can the gift of your time, company, or skills…it just has to be sincere.
I was disappointed the author added the part where prescription pills were dumped in the toilet…I understand the dramatic effect, but why do writers keep doing this? A while ago, on NBC’s The Blacklist, pills were dumped down the sink. Aaaargh! It’s a horrible message. I’d like to watch or read where a character walks up to a pharmacist and says, “I don’t need these anymore, please dispose of them safely.” Dramatic and non-toxic! Please don’t flush pills, hazardous waste, personal hygiene products, baby wipes, etc. down any drain. Give yourself and others a great Christmas gift – tell authors, studio execs, producers, directors, publishers, writers, actors, etc. that you don’t want to read or watch anything where items go down any drain.