Today my daughter and I went to the mall without anything in particular in mind. We shopped for people who didn't need anything from us. We spent money that could have served some other useful purpose on people we care about who ask nothing of us because we felt like it.
Today my daughter and I, who are not Christians and have no truck with any church or organization that purports to believe or serve a god, celebrated Christmas.
In a gesture of love, we spent money on the people we love and who love us.
Today was a celebration of love. We spent a lot of money, but we didn't worry about it because the love we feel for the people who were on our mind was our focus.
We had no idea what they wanted.
We didn't even wonder.
We cared only for the fact that we love these people and wanted our love to take physical form because physical reality in our virtual world is essential to our understanding of what is. We know we need to touch love.
Call it a candy cane, a candle, a bottle of perfume, a sweater. Whatever you want. Feel your own pulse. Know you are alive. Await validation. Be loved.
Our gifts are small; they are a mere token of a love that surpasses all understanding. They are as real as love itself.
The mall is a holy place if you go there with heart.