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All I Want for Christmas

Published December 22, 2010 1:42 PM by Janey Goude

My dad used to frustrate me and my sister to no end with his yearly Christmas request, "All I want for Christmas is for the two of you to quit fighting, just for one day." Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen. He had a better chance of getting two new front teeth! Now that I'm a parent, I understand just how perfect a gift that really is. Wrap it up and give me a dozen - one day a month for the next year! On the bright side, my sister and I don't fight anymore. Parents take heart - there is hope.

While parents want a respite from sibling feuds, there are some who would welcome the ruckus of infighting because it would mean they weren't alone. There are patients who will spend this Christmas isolated in an institution without any visitors. Many will experience a solitary Christmas in their homes, without family near enough to share in holiday festivities. Too many will endure a desolate Christmas on the streets.

The best gifts don't necessarily require money. Each one of us is in a unique position to offer someone a most priceless gift: companionship. Do you know of a local nursing home you could visit this Christmas Day? The nurses will know of patients who have no one coming to visit. Do you have a friend or acquaintance who has no family in town? Perhaps that person would like to sit at your table this Christmas. Or maybe he would appreciate a short visit from you in his home. Do you live in a city that has homeless people? There may be one who would enjoy company while he eats a meal. Food nourishes the body. Companionship nourishes the soul.

The most precious - and the most costly - gift we have to offer is our time. It requires us to give of ourselves. With the hectic pace of our lives, we may not even have to go outside of our own home to surprise someone with the gift of time. Our own family members may be longing for the gift of companionship.

What special Christmas gifts are you giving this year?

4 comments

Ruth,  

Thanks for your comment.  I had totally forgotten my mom's stories of strangers showing up at their dinner table.  When she was growing up, they lived near a train stop.  They would cut through their yard and end up at their table!  Grandma was always inviting them in.  She cooked for an army, so as you said, there was always room (and food enough) for one more!  

I'm sure that soldier remembers Christmas at your table and has told and retold his children and grandchildren about your family's kindness.

Janey Goude December 23, 2010 4:12 AM

Dean,

Thanks for sharing your Christmas memory.  

Reminded me of a holiday we spent in VA.  We joined with another family who also had no relatives near.  We didn't really know them well, so that time gave us a chance to deepen our friendship.  And it made the day more special to share it with someone else.  It also gave me a recipe that is a favorite to this day.  You can't go wrong with friends (new or old) and food!

Janey Goude December 23, 2010 4:00 AM

When we were growing up, one Christmas my Dad brought home a soldier in uniform.  He had picked him up on the street and thought he needed to be with a family.  He was from Washington, only 19 yrs old.  I'm not sure what became of him but it taught a valuable lesson to all of us that there's always room for one more at the table and to include in our homes.  Merry Christmas to you and yours.

ruth December 22, 2010 8:18 PM

Brilliant!

I remember fondly the "orphans" Christmas with friends when I first moved to New York City decades ago. We all worked as waiters and had to supply others with meals on Christmas Day. We would gather in an apartment in Astoria, Queens and anyone was welcome. It was all piecemeal, lots of very cheap wine, and friends, many of which were made that very day.

Thanks for a wonderful Christmas memory.

Dean

Dean Metz December 22, 2010 2:25 PM

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