It’s safe to say that my husband and I come from very different sides of the track. His upbringing was firmly upper middle class and my upbringing was firmly skipping class to go to work ‘cuz I got siblings and someone has to feed these damn kids.
It was ten years ago this winter, that I trekked up to my husbands beautiful little mountain town to spend Christmas with his family.
But first, a tale from the Ghosts of Christmases past;
I was raised between the foster care system and the streets. Most of my Christmases were spent in the faded lime green or grey walled buildings of mental institutions visiting my mentally ill mother. We used to drink dixie cups of chicken “soup” that came out of the vending machine next to the coffee and hold hands across metal tables, carefully supervised. My mother would give us bright little drawings she made.
Other Christmases spent in children’s shelters and homes were more eventful. Socks, toothbrushes, packages of underwear, new sheets, and one year a boombox from the local fire department; my pride and joy. Need-based gifts were the name of the game and there were no complaints from me.
So when I spent my first “real Christmas” with my then boyfriend, now husband, at the tender age of nineteen, I was still fresh from the Christmases of my childhood and totally unprepared for what was about to happen.
May your christmases be white…people. Fucking white people.
With presents reaching well into the branches of the tree and spilling out across the living room, I was excited. It brought out the kid in me, who seriously needed a new toothbrush and couldn’t imagine how many could possibly be in there, at least a lifetime’s worth.
The beautiful packages made their way around the room and I tore into mine with glee.
That’s when I unwrapped my Dora the Explorer backpack.
Shiny and new, I stared at the bright plastic face of Dora looking up at me. A price tag dangled from the the little purple straps, too small to go around my arm. I looked around the room, flummoxed.
The parents unwrapped their giant felt hats shaped like weiner dogs as my husband tore into his shot glasses that had holes in the bottom.
This went on for an hour. SpongeBob Squarepants bowling sets. A penguin blankee that had a funny looking child photographed on the packaging. “He looks constipated,” they all laughed.
My husband looked over at me. I can’t imagine the expression I must have had on my face. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I don’t understand what is happening,” I whispered, flipping my box of Chewbacca flavored gum over and over in my hand.
“They are jokes!” he said.
“Jokes?”
“Yea, you know, gag gifts.”
Well that explains the throw-up in my mouth
Suddenly I had entered a world in which there were no needs left, and it left me reeling. I excused myself after the merrymaking and lifted a cigarette from my mother-in-law’s hidden stash.
I walked briskly around the well-to do neighborhood puffing on my Winston Light. What had just happened? Why had it left me so ridden with anxiety?
That’s when I realized the great generational divide of the millenial. How we were truly the Children of The Recession.
I realized how difficult it was to not qualify these gifts as resources. I thought of the labor it took to make fake dog poo, the oil burnt to ship it from 5,000 miles away. I thought of the $34 for the backpack, the $4 for the gum, the $68 for the SpongeBob Squarepants bowling set and how that was a week’s worth of groceries or a student loan payment, or a trip to the dentist.
I realized that “it’s the thought that counts” was a privilege not largely known to millennials.
It’s a conspiracy I tell you, a conspiracy!
I’m pretty sure gag gifts are a giant conspiracy. They allow people to put no thought into what they are doing or buying, and then hide behind “it’s the thought that counts.”
Furthermore, no one is allowed to call bulshit because “it’s Christmas” and mindless consumerism and insensitivity is concealed by the “Christmas rule” (or the “Santa Clause,” if you will).
Where’s your sense of humor?
Firmly intact, I’m proud to say. I like irreverent crap as much of as the next hipster. Last year my sister got a giant care package of dish soaps, sponges, anti-bac, and assorted cleaning products that said, “You dirty dirty bitch” on the label.
But whether you like it or not, we live in a time of limited resources. Whether that is cutting down trees to make your mini-drink coasters, or understanding that 49 percent of people in this country live paycheck to paycheck, Americans are way overdue for a swift kick in the ass when it comes to buying mindless shit.
What you can do instead:
Give a service.
Massages, dance classes, language lessons, pedicures, etc. all put money in the hands of other working class schmucks like us and provide your giftee with a valuable, enjoyable experience.
Find out what they make.
People are makers. Supporting someone’s passion, someones artistry, is one of the most valuable and touching things you can do. Someone who gets the gift that supports their passion feels listened to and understood. If you don’t know what someone makes, you aren’t paying attention.
Find out what they need.
Again, this might actually require you to listen to the people in your life, or even visit them in their own surroundings. If they complain about how the value bottles of VO5 are wreaking havoc on their hair, but they just can’t afford Kiehl’s, you got yourself a walking talking christmas list.
When they don’t need anything:
I’m not trying to shame anyone. Well..maybe a little. I WILL INFLICT MY CHILDHOOD UPON YOU AND MAKE YOU CRY!
No, really, I think gift giving is great. You don’t need to be a monk. Enjoy your indulgences, and enjoy indulging others. I wanted to make a practical list of indulgences that make great gifts for those of you who struggle with the first-world problem of “what to get someone who has everything.”
For the outdoorsman or glamper:
These are for the person who enjoys being in the out of doors in the winter months, but not too far from the comforts of technology. They can listen to their music or have a conversation while braving the weather and not have to get freezing cold hands and ears.
For the Chronic Sufferer:
The acupressure mat provides instant pain relief that thousands of people swear by. Useful for headaches, back pain, and stress relief and as a sleep aid, this unique gift can really brighten up someone’s holiday.
For the beauty addict:
There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who never use chapstick, and the kind who are addicted to chapstick. The Marshmallow Treat chapstick is vegan, organic, cruelty free and is just sweet enough to be festive and celebratory, never sickeningly sweet.
What useful, thoughtful gifts are you giving this season?
Thanks for this I am so over buying useless just because it’s Christmas. However, I did just order the acupuncture mat because it is a perfectly useful gift for my mom. Happy Holidays.
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Awesome! I love love love my accupressure mat!
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I love your quick-witted sense of humor! You are my doppelganger!
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Thank you so much!
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I love gift giving! As you said, I don’t get the point of gag gifts. What I like to do is to mentally note them saying something about needing this or that throughout the year, and so I’m usually prepared for the holidays and birthdays. I also think of what they need that they wouldn’t get for themselves. For example, if they love taking baths, I’d get useful accessories like a pillow for the bathtub or those tables so they can read or have a glass of wine so they can fully enjoy the time alone.
I love your point about paying for services, though, like massages and the like! Circulate that currency into working hands! I love that!
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Thank you so much! Yes, peoples hobbies and what they do to relax, channel that and you can’t go wrong!
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Reblogged this on Kindra M. Austin and commented:
Damn, Girl. I ❤ u.
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Kindra! Thank you angel!
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You’re so welcome, Lovely Lady!
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Oh, this was good!
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I love how raw you are in all your blog posts. Inspires me to keep being real.
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This is everything. Screamed with laughter at it, but it also totally moved. Lovely to see some original festive posts – great job! xo
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Thank you so much!!!
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Good to hear a rational voice among all the buying hysteria; great post I agree with heartily, thank you from Australia, G
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I think I love you! I am sharing this post, really!!! This echos my feelings about most of our consumer habits. Xmas is just the one that tops it all. I won’t get into the needless buying centered about Halloween or Easter. Notice I said buying, not giving, cause that is exactly the problem, isn’t it? A very Merry Xmas to you and your family. I wish you health and good times throughout the year.
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Awww! Merry Christmas, I am so thankful to readers like you, who brighten my day!!!!!
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The Santa Clause… 😉 Ha, brilliant!
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Thanks! haha! I was pretty proud of myself lol
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Holy crap. *sock* (Right in the ‘feels’) This is brilliant. Indulgent to take seconds in this instance? No. I would pass round an extra helping of this to everyone else at the damn table.
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lol, thank you so much!
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What a fantastic, highly entertaining post – I have to say chapstick is a great stocking filler. Have you tried the Hurraw chapsticks? They are also vegan and very good!
xxx
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My heart breaks for the younger you. My family would never be able to do gag gifts…. because they’d find them to be a waste of money that could have been spent on something “nice”, or useful. …and I’m definitely addicted to chapstick 🙂
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I just made a blog post ranting about Christmas and now I am here trying to find my Christmas spirit. 😂😂😂😁.Great post by the way.
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This was brilliant. Both hilarious and touching. Merry Christmas to you and your husband!
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This is a great post. I think my mouth would have fallen to the floor as well. It would be one tradition I would be very happy to break. I don’t like buying for the sake of buying and I want gifts to be practical or fun, but usable. My son made his gifts this year, which are all thoughtful. I am excited to see people’s faces.
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Lisa, I just followed your blog as you have me in Book heaven!!!
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Oh, thank you so much. I am honoured.
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Not just a hilarious post but spot on! I find the whole gag gifts idea so silly and over the top!
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Ack! Right!!
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I love this post! Is there a way I can share it on my page?
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I had one of those childhoods, too. Ma got clean when i was 16. Until then, Christmas was family members doing what they could, supplemented by a couple things from the local church. (You mentioned on a post of mine that i was a little badass? You are too, and this is why…) As an adult, i give one large gift, but spend most of my time and effort into making the most kickass stockings. I collect samples and small packages of the most decadent things i can find all year long. It gives me so much happiness to see the smiles and giggles when my weedlings sort thru it!
Hugs, my friend. And here’s to us badasses!
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You’re amazing, really!
Your story, your points of view and the way you write.
Great blog, great post. You’re great
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Thank you so much!!! ☺️
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Of course!
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Girl, your blog link is not working!! Drop your link =)
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http://www.givenperspective.com
There! I hope you enjoy it. It’s pretty new..
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That was my exact reaction as well the first time I ever took part in a ‘secret Santa’ in the US. All those useless bits of plastic, that you KNOW will get thrown into a landfill, uuughhhh.
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