Christmas Gifts That Can't Be Wrapped
A favorite childhood carol drums up the true spirit of giving.
Not long after Halloween, a local radio station started cranking out Christmas music. At first I was annoyed. But when the host of the program asked listeners to name their favorite carols, he got me thinking: Which piece of music best expresses the real heart of Christmas?
If you ask me on a bad day — when I'm driving from one errand to the next and still have a stack of Christmas cards to write — I'll probably tell you that "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer" does the best job of capturing the sheer lunacy that Christmas inspires in some people.
But when I'm softened by the true spirit of the season, "The Little Drummer Boy" immediately comes to mind. The tune never fails to tug on my cynical heartstrings, while the lyrics turn holiday greed on its ear.
To recap, "The Little Drummer Boy" tells the story of a boy who cannot afford a gift for the Christ Child. So, with the Virgin Mary's nod of approval, he plays his drum.
Researching the carol's history, I learned it was derived from an old Czech folk tune called "The Carol of the Drum." (The Czech lyrics were probably inspired by a 12th century legend, "The Juggler of Notre Dame," in which a penniless juggler performs before a statue of the Virgin Mary.) Katherine K. Davis translated the song to English in 1941, and later wrote the words and music for "The Little Drummer Boy" with Henry Onorati and Harry Simeone. The Harry Simeone Chorale recorded the best-known version in 1958, and it remained a Top 40 hit in the U.S. for the next five years. Since then, everyone from Bing Crosby to Bob Seger has recorded it.
An overly sensitive kid, I remember fighting tears when I first heard the song in grade school. I was moved by the courage it took for the "poor boy" to honor Jesus with a drum solo — a highly personal gift that no one else could duplicate.
It's a story we'd do well to remember every day of the year. But it's all too easy to forget — especially in a season when merchants and advertisers do everything in their power to convince us that a gift is something to purchase. Look around the malls this week and you'll see their efforts at work. After watching so many holiday commercials on TV, most Americans who celebrate Christmas are buying their way into the hearts of loved ones. Shopping has become an act of devotion.
Gifts you can't buy at the mall
It's my opinion that the three traveling wise guys who brought the gold, frankincense and myrrh to the Christ Child should be held responsible for making materialists of us all at Christmastime. I realize their intentions were good. But the messiah they were gifting ultimately grew up to teach us that giving the best of ourselves is the most authentic way to show our love. It's not about the stuff.
While I was working on this column last week, Royal Oak resident Richard Pressel shared the following quote from Oren Arnold, which perfectly sums up the core of the message: "Christmas gift suggestions: To your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, your heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. To every child, a good example. To yourself, respect."
In retrospect, I wish I'd given my younger relatives the gift of my time and attention rather than toys or random gift certificates. They would have enjoyed, for instance, an I.O.U. for an afternoon at the circus or a ballgame, or help with homework. And I wish I'd discovered earlier that my best friends appreciate small pieces of my artwork more than store-bought trinkets or costume jewelry.
All said and done, each one of us has a special skill or talent, whether it's baking shortbread or composing music or fixing computers. It's not for us to judge whether our gift is great or small. Or to worry about its monetary value. It is our birthright to share it with others.
The little drummer boy got it. He remembered the reason for shining his own light and giving from the heart. And when I finally push past the holiday hype and the nagging sense that I'm missing the mark, I remember it too.
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Cindy La Ferle's award-winning story collection, Writing Home, is available on Amazon.com. Proceeds from the sales of new copies will be donated to the Welcome Inn day shelter in Royal Oak this holiday season. For more information, visit Cindy La Ferle's Home Office.
Richard Pressel
8:43 am on Sunday, December 19, 2010
Very well put.
Susan Lambert
9:34 am on Sunday, December 19, 2010
Beautiful as usual Cindy!!! What an awesome reminder of how to truly be a giver....not just at Christmas but every day. And you are absolutely right! Every single one of us has something to share with those around us. I pray that we each discover what that is and share it with every person in our lives. A glorious Merry Christmas to you and all your readers! Sue Lambert
Cynthia Gray-Howey
9:50 am on Sunday, December 19, 2010
Well done, Cindy--loved the quote, certainly could be a lifestyle not just a gift suggestion. Misplaced my X-mas spirit this yr and feeling really stressed--couldn't even send out cards, thanks for helping me see the bigger picture. Loving and honoring one's light is like throwing a pebble in a pond--it flows out and brightens eveyone and everything. Drum on, dear friend. Blessings.
Cindy La Ferle
4:00 pm on Sunday, December 19, 2010
Thank you, Richard, Susan and Cindy. And I'd still enjoy hearing from readers who want to share the names of their favorite carols, and why those carols mean "Christmas" to you ...
Joanna Jenkins
8:18 pm on Sunday, December 19, 2010
Well said Cindy. Non material gifts really are what memories are made of.
This holiday I'll be far away from my family in Ohio but I'm getting up in the wee hours of the morning to Skype into their Christmas morning-- Breakfast with my entire family-- all 35+ and their gift exchange with four generations in attendance. It's the first time I'll be doing this and there isn't any place I'd rather be.
Wishing you and your family a very Merry Christmas.
Jan Smith
2:40 pm on Sunday, January 2, 2011
Excellent quote! I, too, wish I'd spent more time with young relatives. It is not too late, however. Although these young ones may have grown up without benefit of our wisdom and counsel, we can now get to know them as adults. It's a whole different relationship and can be delightful and rewarding.