That’s The Spirit

That’s The Spirit

My dad’s not the merriest man I know. He’s more of the old school, emotionally caged, irritable type. But around this time of year, he really opens up. His wallet.

We’re leaving the parking lot and he’s giving the attendant some singles for her labor. We’re opening the door to yet another last-minute package arriving, and he’s handing the FedEx guy a bottle of Sauza. He’s buying gifts for the gardener, for the mail man, for the dude who comes over once a week to make sure our backyard jacuzzi still works. He doesn’t really shower his family with gifts or cards or calls, but he tries to make strangers feel the love. And every year it’s baffling and beautiful.

It’s a fun time. It’s sorta a crazed time. It can be a quiet time. You can dive in or hold off and avoid it all. But it feels so much better when you give.

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