Recalling Holidays That Brought The Greatest Gift
December 27th, 2007, 3:05 pm by JoaquinAnd so it is Christmas, and what you have done?
That’s an opening line from one of many fine songs that John Lennon wrote, with the above lyric being part of a song that would become a holiday classic. Lennon’s song is one of reflection in which the listener is asked to look back at the year nearly past and ask if it has been time well spent.
Such is the holiday season that we all enjoy the present while recalling Christmas seasons of our times past. For many of us well into adulthoold it’s also a time to think back to holiday seasons of our youth - and the people who made it possible - chiefly, our parents. Those of us of the Baby Boomer vintage are often the sons and daughters of  parents who endured and survived the Great Depression and World War II, two consecutive eras that tested the resolve of America, and would produce what would be called “the Greatest Generation.”
That greatest generation went through times and hardships that succeeding American generations cannot imagine. Today, American teenage boys bury themselves in their rooms with their X Boxes and games of make believe. Boys of their age in the 1930s and 1940s were either working as shoe shine boys in a desperate attempt to help their cash-strapped families, or preparing to go to war to help save the world from fascist dictators.
Conservative columnist Cal Thomas reflected on this recently in a holiday column in which he wrote about how far he had come in making an income far behind what his parents could have dreamed of earning. Thomas wrote that the amount of money his father made “would be considered poverty wages by today’s standards,” and yet the columnist says, “I never heard him complain. He always provided for us and taught us to be grateful for what we had and to live within our means.”
The gratefulness and the wisdom of those words ring true to many of us who grew up the children of parents who endured harsh times in their own childhoods. My parents were of that mold, the children of the Great Depression, and who as adults and parents never generated a considerable income as judged by today’s standards. My siblings and I didn’t have much growing up in the way of fancy stuff, i.e. a nice house, new cars, lots of new clothes, but I can’t recall ever being bummed out about it.
That’s because we had something much better - the unconditional and unbroken love of two parents who pored their every being into their children when they weren’t working to provide for them. Like Thomas, I sometimes look at my paycheck and think about how much more is in it that what my own Dad made, and yet, I don’t think I’m one bit happier than he was, nor do I think I’m his equal in the fatherhood department.
My father’s generation was generally content with what they had because they knew how little they use to have. That would all change with the rise of the American economy and mass marketing that relentlessly promotes all sorts of creature comforts.
“Beginning with the Baby Boomers, we began to transition from being content with what we have to a sense of being entitled to ever-expanding pieces of the economic pie,” Thomas writes. “We demand more money, more things, more pleasure. Why has the acquisition of `more’ produced so much less - less contentment, less happiness?”
Those questions delve into religious and spiritual realms, of which I’m not qualifed to address. I would say, though, columnist Thomas is on to something when he asks: “Has more stuff - or its pursut - assuaged you? If not, maybe you were given the wrong gift.”
The greatest gift, it turns out, doesn’t come wrapped in a present. It comes in the embrace of a mother or an abrazo from a Dad, and feeling the glow of it all, and simply being content with the greatest gift of all.







