I agree. While my husband and I do not give each other gifts each year, we do enjoy watching our grandkids open theirs. Even though they have material gifts from us, it is the joy of interacting with them, each special moment, that will stay with us forever.
Here in Texas, it is quite different as well. Probably much the same as Florida, minus the influx of visitors. I completely agree that Joy can be found in resting. I never could understand the people who, every single holiday, sprint off on one vacaction or other. Those who talk about their experiences, share how Exhausted they are and how they feel like they have not even had a day to rest before returning to work.
Your gift reminds me of a group that used to be on this site (may still be...haven't looked). It was for those who enjoyed the idea of actually writing and sending letters to each other. I did that for a while. It was pretty Fun.
It's more important to me that a person give of themselves, that's why I make gifts for my loved ones. I made my oldest granddaughter Halloween placemats and napkins to match two years ago, last year Christmas placemats and napkins and this year she has Valentine placemats and napkins. She shared a video on ticktock with her home Halloween decor and on her table were the placemats I made.
My Maine families I made each of them new tote bags for grocery shopping. My daughter-in-law says the ones they had have gotten worn out. My grandson has gotten his first gym bag from me.
Lyv and Amanda have new jammies and crochet vests. Vic has new jammies and a bathrobe. I was lucky to get deals at Joann's before they closed.
Prompt: Words
Hope your Thanksgiving was everything you needed it to be.
Please use these words in your entry today: bargain, disaster, bookstore, groceries, walk, chocolate, and peanuts.
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Books
those simple joys in life, they keep me warm
no simple storm ever can steal their charm
like today, I *walked with my spirit high
just to pass rows of stores where goods could lie
with treasures and *bargains, as if a game
but an ancient *bookstore did call my name
so I now picked books in spines of gold
edges worn with many-a-tale untold
as if tasting *chocolate, rich and deep
and scent of *peanuts roasting, just to sweep
me off my feet; yet, when I left the store
it was squalls, rain, and life tested me more
a *disaster, no less, my patience was worn
"no *groceries now, for my wallet's torn!"
I clutched my books since my heart would be fed
still I could laugh and then, press ahead
books with joys of fancy keep me warm
and no storm today can steal their charm
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