I have always liked to make things, and used to spend a lot of time trying to decide which homemade Christmas gifts to give; it was a necessity when dollars were scarce and our family was young.
I made nightgowns, counted cross stitch samplers, pillows, candy, lighted Ball jars, cookie mix, cocoa mix, coffee mix…. One year in college I made dolls from dishwashing soap bottles and material scraps.
Today it seems the homemade gifts I wrap come from craft shows, and I have faint dreams of copying them for another time. This year I melted and molded soaps, which was fun and took a minimum amount of time for the way they turned out.
Whether a gift is homemade or store bought, edible or wearable, small or large, it can’t match the greatest gift in the form of a baby who grew up to be a man who would save us all. It probably wasn’t in December or exactly 2016 years ago. But it was a terrible sacrifice of the Giver, the gift above all others. Merry Christmas.