The First Gift

It was always the first gift to arrive—a large box of fresh oranges from my grandparents. It would be delivered the first week of December. This was back when most of our daily fruit came from a tin can. 

To have a fresh orange was a treat. Christmas was a still a few weeks away, but there were enough oranges that I could enjoy one-a-day until then.

What’s interesting as I recall those days—I can remember the box of fruit, but I can’t remember many of the gifts that were neatly wrapped under the tree.

So, as I ponder what gifts to give, with hopes that they will be remembered—it may not be the ones tied with fancy ribbons and bows. 

But for me, it just took a lifetime of perspective to realize it.

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