My two daughters (ages 12 & 14) play basketball. The other day my wife and I sat for an hour on a hard, plastic bleacher seat in the high school gym and watched their game. The game was competitive, the referees were above average and there was an amazing moment where my younger daughter’s shot ricocheted off the rim twice, bounced above the rim, and then came down right through the net. Swisssh! It was probably obvious to everyone in the gym that I was her father, because I gave her a standing ovation. My daughters had fun playing – my wife and I had fun watching.

Most people don’t think of girls’ basketball as a holiday activity, but for our family it is. I prefer it to shopping at the mall by a ratio of infinity to one.

Shopping, you see, is not something I enjoy. I enjoy decorating our Christmas tree, listening to music while being warmed by the fire in our wood stove, walking in the woods next to our home, watching some of the great classic holiday films with my family, and, of course, watching my daughters play basketball. I’ve come to the realization that the holiday season is about experience, not gifts.

Before I became a dad, my wife and I read an article by environmentalist Bill McKibben called, “The $100 Christmas.” The theme of the article was to de-commercialize the holidays by taking the emphasis off of buying lots of gifts and redirecting energy towards family, spending time with friends and rediscovering the meaning of the holidays. McKibben suggested spending no more than $100 on gifts – total! So we started making apple sauce and wreaths from wild grapevines. We spent more time walking on quiet, snowy roads and less time navigating crowded malls. I learned to play a few Christmas Carols on the piano and we sang them while being warmed by the fire in our wood stove. My wife baked cookies sweetened with Vermont maple syrup.

Once we became parents, Santa became part of the picture. I still played the piano and Linda still baked wonderful cookies. But there was the pressure to fill the space beneath the tree with lots of toys. It was as if the measure of a good holiday was the quantity of gifts available on Christmas morning. If you have small children, Christmas morning is filled with excitement. But it took me a few years to realize that what the gifts provided was the experience of opening gifts. For the kids, unwrapping each gift was like finding buried treasure. And for me, watching my children have fun was fun. But the unwrapping experience of the holidays only lasted for a few hours. So our family had traded weeks of time doing something that wasn’t very enjoyable (shopping) for a few hours of something that was enjoyable (opening the gifts). Of course, once you opened the gifts, you got to play with them. That’s enjoyable, too. . . for a while. But when you factor in the credit card bills that arrive in early January and the clutter and the gifts that break rather quickly and the ones you don’t really need . . . it makes you question whether this is really a formula for a healthy holiday season.

And that’s when I realized that what we really want from the holidays is the experience. Gifts are certainly part of that experience, but they can become a much smaller part.

Think about what you could do if you didn’t spend so much time (and money) shopping. Last weekend we saw the play, Man of La Mancha, at Middlebury College. We don’t usually think of Man of La Mancha as a holiday play — after all, it’s set in a dungeon built by the Spanish Inquisition. But it’s a wonderfully inspiring story of an eccentric man who has high ideals and is willing to risk everything to live according to those ideals. And it’s a musical. We thoroughly enjoyed it. Next, we’ll go to the holiday concert at our daughters’ school. And then watch Miracle on 34th Street. And maybe one evening we’ll go bowling – a sport in which the less skill you have, the more fun you have. We’ll spend three nights decorating our tree (one of our own Christmas rituals) and if we’re lucky enough to get some snow ( a good bet, here in Vermont) we’ll do some sledding and maybe have a snowball fight with the kids (they play softball, too, so they are formidable opponents).

As far as gifts are concerned, we’ll have less of them under the tree this year. Some of them will be homemade. My wife and I are trying to shift some of the “getting” energy to “giving” energy – not an easy transition to make for children. A few years ago we took in a refugee family from Sudan when they first came to the U.S. They lived with us for a few weeks, and then moved to their own apartment in Burlington. We’ll drop off presents for their five children, loan some money to an entrepreneur through Kiva, and make some charitable donations to worthy organizations. We’ll put out extra bird seed and apples for the critters who live in the woods around our house.

For mostly commercial reasons, the holiday season has become a month-long affair. That’s supposed to give people lots of shopping days. But a month is a big chunk of the year (one-twelfth, if my math is right). I don’t really want to spend a month getting ready for a single day. I’d prefer to celebrate the holidays each and every day. The celebration is the experience. And when I reflect back on the joy of previous years, I don’t really remember the gifts. I remember the experience. Because the experience of spending the holidays in the company of people you love is the real gift, after all.

Author Bio

Gregg Krech

Gregg Krech Author, Naikan: Gratitude, Grace and the Japanese Art of Self-reflection (2002)| Author, A Natural Approach to Mental Wellness (2004, 2011)| Author, A Finger Pointing to the Moon (2000)| Editor, Thirty Thousand Days: A Journal for Purposeful Living (1993-Present)| Director, ToDo Institute (Vermont) (1992-Pr......

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