Like many fathers, my Dad wasn't exactly into Christmas. After my Mom passed away, he'd decorate the house by putting one teensy weensy bow above the fireplace, declare to anyone in the room who was listening "Festive, ain't it?", then promptly fix himself a rye and ginger.
Every year when we asked Dad, "What do you want for Christmas?", his response was always the same: "just the love of you kids around me" (and a six-pack of beer).
Fast forward twenty years, and Dad's words were echoing in my head throughout the day yesterday. We hosted our annual gathering of the neighbours. There was lots of smiles, laughs, and good cheer even though there was less to be cheerful about this year, singing, sharing of food and drink and enough presents to fill up Grinch's sleigh.
Our neighbours Kim and Bruno gave us one of the best Christmas presents ever: a custom fish trophy made with Bruno's 3-D printer, four identical lures, one for Dave, Clare, Grace and me and a year-long fishing tournament challenge: to see who could catch the most fish with the tried and true Berkley Flicker Shad 7. What a wonderful gift: a year of fun on the water and friendly jibes to see who is the best fisherperson in our family.
Not to be outdone, my neighbour Charlene gave us a wonderful gift basket but in it was my second favourite present ever: a mug that says "Most people never get to meet their favourite player—I'm raising mine". Charlene always picks out the perfect mug or cup for us every year.
Our cottage neighbours brought some beautiful gifts as well, but their best gift was when their son Daniel sat down on the piano and played Chopin and Christmas tunes as the kids sang along.
As I sip my coffee this morning in my new mug, and dream about the first warm days when the ice is out and I can make my first cast in the soft light of the morning, I think my Dad was right. The greatest gift of all is having the love and laughter of the people you care about around you.
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
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