“I think as you grow older your Christmas list gets shorter, because the things you want can’t be bought.”
I came across this quote several times on social media during the last few weeks leading up to Christmas. I was not alone in my thinking; it seemed to me someone was on the same wavelength as I was. I look around me and I see so many things I have acquired over the years and I think "one day I may not wake up and someone is going to have to dispose of it all". Sure, someone may want to keep a trinket or two but for the most part, no one is going to want this stuff.
Like many people, I have had ‘collections’. Some people collect ornaments of cows or pigs, elephants or cats. For a while my sons and I collected sportscards, I have boxes of them still. For those who have actually met me, they have witnessed me showing up with a new hat from time to time, it’s my newest collection/addiction.
As Christmas arrived, I was asked “so, what do you need for Christmas?” My response: “I don’t know of anything” and I told them that maybe a gift card would be best if they had to buy me something. I just like to shop for myself.
Over the years people have bought me a sweater or an article of clothing they thought I would like, but I usually don’t and wouldn’t want to be found dead in it. I’m sorry if any of you are reading this, I might putter around the house wearing them but that’s as far as I go. I do appreciate you asking now and giving the gift card.
Now when I do my own Christmas shopping, I try to avoid buying from “big business”. They really don’t need my money. I make my own Christmas cards from my own photography. They say to give gifts you’ve created yourself, like crafts or baking, but my sister is into knitting, I really hope she doesn’t see this.
I look at the practice of gift giving as, I’m just going to give someone the same ‘stuff’ I’m saying I don’t need, and I think, if they don’t wake up tomorrow, I might be asked to pack up the stuff and chuck it, I don’t want it back. We live in a throw-away world where things are new and improved before you unwrap the last gift you received.
This Christmas actually worked out great for me. I didn’t get more stuff that would accumulate in my space. I think people finally understand me. Each gift I received fed one of my temptations, like my love of chocolate, I like to have a social drink so there was a gift card for beer, thanks mom. I also received a bottle of Crown Royal whiskey, my favourite. Then out of the blue came a total surprise - a box that contained $23.00 worth of “BACON” as my secret Santa gift. My life in BitStrips on Facebook is becoming legendary for loving bacon.
So what will I do with all my stuff? I have a plan to get rid of most of it – honestle! Like the pile of pants with the 32 inch waist, oh, and the ones that are 34 inches can go as well, the size medium shirts - some of the large still fit so I’ll hang onto them. I know I have enough clothes, I could go weeks without having to do laundry and wear something different every day. Next would be the record albums, the cassettes and CD’s I haven’t listened to in several years and the stereo I played them on. I’ve moved it several times over the past five or six years but never use it, not even the radio.
Maybe one day when I stop buying all this stuff for myself, things I don’t really need, I might be able to do something I’ve never done, like take a trip somewhere and fly for the first time. That’s right, I’m 60 years old and have never flown anywhere.
One thing I won’t have to worry about if they find me dead some day, I didn’t have any sex toys hidden away.
Hopefully I’ll get my memories down to a box of old photos, of me with my family and friends - time well spent and they don’t cost you a dime to remember.