One thing that's rather bothered me lately is that the GIVING aspect seems to get shoved aside more and more. Now, people seem more interested in what they can get for THEMSELVES, and everyone seems to think they are ENTITLED to it. I find that fairly distasteful.
You know what bothers me about Christmas? LISTS. Adults that still make wish lists. It's one thing for kids to make lists for Santa...that's all good fun...but I know lots of grown-up people who still make lists to give to their families.
See, I actually like lists. I can't stand it when I ask people what they want for Christmas and they say, "Oh, whatever." When I say, "Please give me some ideas," and they refuse to, that gets annoying, because often these same people are the ones who sigh loudly at whatever sad little item they happen to receive. I WANT to make people happy, so I'd like some kind of idea what they'd like. I have no problem with lists at all, as long as they are given
ONLY when asked for--not sent out as some kind of demand or expectation. I always have a list up on Amazon (year-round, actually, as much for my own sake and poor memory) if anyone asks for it, but I'm happy to get whatever I get, even if it's just a card.
I had to have a little talk with my nephew this year, after he sent everyone in the family an email informing us to just send him cash and gift cards, so he can go out and buy the "high end" gifts that he "actually wants." *facepalm* Luckily, the two of us are close enough that I can call him and have a "little chat" about the teenage delusions he seems to be suffering from.
When I see this kind of behavior in ADULTS, it's even more depressing. The holiday is about
giving, not getting. Shouldn't people just be happy that someone wants to give them
anything?
If I had a bazillion dollars, I would LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to go into a poor neighborhood and just randomly give people hundreds of dollars a piece. If I had the funds, I'd be one of those people who goes into the department stores and restaurants and secretly pays other people's bills before disappearing into the night. That would make me gloriously happy.