The tree’s been taken down, the heavenly host wrapped in bubble wrap. Winterberry dishes are back in their boxes, and the last Christmas cookie crumb has been devoured. But I still have lots of holiday joy to anticipate.
That’s because on Christmas morning, my husband gave me some gifts that keep on giving – he gave me gift cards to a few of my favorite places.
I can already hear some of you groaning.
“Gift cards are for those too lazy to shop!”
“Gift cards are so impersonal.”
“Who wants to open a piece of plastic on Christmas morning?”
The answer to that is ME!
For many couples gift-giving can be incredibly stressful. High expectations meet limited resources. Subtle clues misread. Misunderstandings run rampant.
Example: Just because I needed a set of kitchen scissors, did not mean I wanted to find them under the tree on Christmas morning.
Some couples abandon gifts all together and focus on their children, or donate cash they would have spent to local charities.
That’s all well and good, but Derek and I enjoy giving presents to each other. It’s fun to watch your loved one’s eyes light up when they open a gift that delights them.
For example, this year Derek found a leg lamp under the tree – a replica of the one in our favorite holiday film “A Christmas Story.”
Of course, this led to a discussion about whether this was a seasonal display item, or something that should shine from our living room window all year long.
Like I said, gift-giving can be stressful.
Years ago, we figured out that taking the time to write a list of things we’d enjoy receiving eliminates disappointment, while still keeping surprises alive. You see, we don’t buy each other everything on the lists, so the receiver still doesn’t know what will end up under the tree.
And there’s always off-list purchases like the leg lamp.
When our nest finally empties, things may change. Our sons might not gather around the tree on Christmas morning. There might be grandchildren we’d rather dote on or trips we’d like to take. Traditions have to match whatever stage of life you’re in.
Which brings me back to gift cards.
Derek knows I have a hard time spending money on myself. Nine times out of 10, I’ll see something I like or need and talk myself out of buying it. It used to drive him crazy that I’d dither over buying a new pair of jeans.
“Just buy the jeans!” he’d say.
But I’d demur.
“I’m sure I can find them on sale, somewhere else.”
Then he discovered when he gives me gift cards, I actually enjoy using them.
They gave me permission for small luxuries I normally avoid – like picking up coffee at a drive-thru.
And no, giving cash is not the same thing at all.
The best gifts show how well the giver knows the recipient. Derek understands if he gave me cash, I’d spend it on someone else or give it away. He also knows my favorite shops. He’d never give me a Cabela’s gift card, and I’d never buy him one from Victoria’s Secret (though he really seems to enjoy my purchases from that particular store).
Equally important, we both are happy that our hard-earned dollars stay local instead of being sucked into the endless emptiness of the Internet.
Surprisingly, a survey conducted by Consumer Reports determined that more than 25 percent of all gift cards given are never used.
That’s not the case in our house.
The last scrap of crumpled wrapping paper may have hit the recycling bin, but I’ve got a couple of envelopes set aside with my name on them. At some point, probably next month, I’ll pick up a coffee, drive to a spa for a relaxing massage, and then indulge in some guilt-free shopping.
I’m all about the anticipation, and gift cards can make the magic of Christmas last long after the tinsel – and the leg lamp – have been packed away.