Beckies Spot

Christmas Day.  The day that folks shop for all year.  The day we plan for, make many arrangements for and the say that usually passes too quickly.  There is always a mystery that is portrayed as anticipation.  You’ve spent a lot of time choosing just the right gifts for your loved ones…..with they love it?  Will it be their favorite?  On the flip side of that, the recipients wonder things like “What is it?”  “Where did it come from?”  And yes…even “How much did they spend on me?”  It’s a wonderful thing…this mystery.

I am big on personalizing each gift that I give away.  I hate generic gifts…..gifts that can go to just anyone.  Last year, some very important people in my spent quite a bit of money on me…..but that didn’t mean a thing to me.  The gifts were all gifts that could have been given to jsut about any other female in the world.  I would hate to do that to someone because it felt like these people didn’t care about me.  I remember making the comment that if they had gone to a dollar store and bought me a keychain that says “I’m crabby” I would have felt like it was personalized.  Because I am crabby….and I would have felt like they thought about me then.

So where am I going with this and how does it all tie in together?  I truly have a Christmas mystery on my hands this year.  Last night, while I was out….someone stopped by my house with a gift for me.  A personalized gift.  I wasn’t home, and when this person knocked on the door, James told them I wasn’t here and they asked him to give me the bag and to wish me a Merry Christmas for them.  When I got home, I was suprised to see this gift.  In the gift bag was a can of Tim Horton’s Coffee and a can of Tim Horton’s Hot Chocolate.  The main ingredients to my signature drink from Tim Horton’s.  No card, no tag, no hints.  Nothing.  I spoke to most of the people I know in the area today, and no one knows who dropped it off.  The description of the person who brought it and the person she had with her don’t match those of any combination of people that I can place.

I truly have no idea who dropped this gift off at my house for me.  No idea who knows me so well. But I am blessed.  Someone that I am unaware of has given me a personalized gift.  I have been made to feel special.

I worked a lot of the day away trying to figure this out, but have not been able to.  So, I am just going to accept it and say “thank you.”  Perhaps this person reads my blog here, or is a friend on Myspace or Facebook….I hope they see that I am thankful.

To whomever it was…thank you for thinking of me.  Thank you for such a personal gift.  And thank you for making me feel special.

To each of my readers, I truly hope you had a wonderful Christmas.  More importantly, I truly hope you each remembered the story of Christ’s birth and acknowledged that it is what we were celebrating.