From my scrapbook by Annie Bird
“The Christmas Wish Book already!” Mert moaned. “I can’t begin to think of shopping, it is still summer.”
Gert passed the catalogue to Mert. “My Christmas shopping is done,” she smiled.
That conversation will be ongoing all over the place from now until Dec. 25. Unfortunately, many thoughts and conversations will center on reality - the cost of gifts, cards, postage stamps etc. Too many folks have to juggle income to purchase bare necessities. Winter comes before Christmas, adding an extra burden, the cost of fuel. The people who have no work do not want to hear about the “Joy to the World” season. The sound of “Jingle Bells” and “White Christmas” causes shivers and thoughts of hovering in the cold beside “Frosty the Snowman.” Obviously, what a lot of people wish for is not found in the Christmas Wish Book.
I cannot remember a Wish Book when I was about eight years old. But I did look forward to Timothy Eaton’s catalogue. How I loved to fill out forms. An order sheet came in the back to be filled in with catalogue number, page, size, number of items and price. I passed hours filling in every item I wanted. Even if I had not been child number six in a family of eight, I knew I could never have everything, but I had fun.
Perhaps that is part of the meaning of Christmas: live outside of expectations. Forget unattainable wishes. After all, the Holy family spent their first Christmas in a smelly stable with animals. Thankful for what they had, they could rest in peace that silent, Holy Night.
“Most of us are not content with our lot because we want a lot more.” -- Unknown