The gift that matters

Published 5:18 am Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Don’t you just get aggravated when you talk to someone who already has their Christmas shopping done? The super organized seem to take pleasure in making normal people look bad. I just want to say, “Really! Do you not have a life?” But I guess that would be rude. And I don’t want to be behind in preparing for the upcoming holidays and rude at the same time.

Today I decided it would be fun to dress up for my 6-year-old grandson, Gauge, when he came trick-or-treating. I left the house thinking it would be easy to find a little something to make him laugh or scream when he rang the bell. What was I thinking?

The first stop was Family Dollar. They had two costumes to choose from both in a child size small. Strike one. While I was there I chatted with a young lady who shared an idea. “I saw on Facebook that Dirt Cheap has tons of costumes for a little bit of nothing…nice stuff too!” she exclaimed excitedly.

With that bit of information I was off to find the costume of my dreams. I couldn’t wipe the grin from my face as I slammed my car into park and sprinted across the parking lot. My adrenaline was pumping, and I could almost smell the wonderful bargains inside the double glass doors.

“I heard there were some really great costumes here. Could you point me in the right direction?”

“Sure, see where all the people are huddled in the middle of the store. That’s where you’ll find them.”

I rummaged through four or five big bins of mismatched costumes. Soon, I found part of a fairy costume and part of a pirate costume. As hard as I tried I couldn’t find one whole costume. Strike two. By this time the clock was ticking closer and closer to the time little man would be ringing my front bell. I ran into a young lady I taught in high school, and she suggested Walmart.

Scurrying out the door to my next stop I really hoped that I wouldn’t strike out in the cool grandma department. By now things were getting personal. On my way to the car my eyes lit on the “Fred’s” sign, and I decided to look around there. There were a few costumes and random masks to choose from. The clock’s hands now sped up and were spinning toward time for Gauge to be at my house so a grabbed a funky mask and headed for the door. I did stop to pay for it, but if I knew a friend working in the store I would have ran out saying, “I’ll be back to pay later.”

With moments to spare I ran into the house. Taking a hard look at the mask I decided it was pretty lame even for a grandma. “Oh, well. At least I can give him a lot of candy.”

When Gauge rang the bell I wore my lame mask and tried to scare him. We giggled as he filled his black spider bucket with candy. His mom, Cherrie, said, “Wow, Gauge! What a great grandma to give you all that candy. When I was a little girl my grandma only gave me a piece or two of candy.” Gauge’s eyes got big. “Mama, you had a bad grandma!”

“Oh no, Gauge. My grandma had 20 grandchildren to give candy to. Gigi has one.” I helped explain that the amount of candy has nothing to do with how much love is given, and love is the gift that matters.