Christmas time again!

I think I'm a real Scrooge when it comes to Christmas. Here we are less than two weeks away from Christmas and I haven't even started my Christmas shopping. Well, that is not totally true... I bought a ice scraper for my Wife's new truck. But it is a heated one with the logo of her favorite hockey team on it.

Now you might think that is a tacky-type thing to buy. But when you live in Northern Ontario, Canada, a heated ice scraper is a very thoughtful and useful gift to have; along with a shovel, a bag of salt and a bag of kitty litter or sand and traction grips to help you get out of snowbanks and stuff.

For several years my wife and I have had running debates on what are and are not acceptable Christmas gifts. My wife wants to buy a little something for everyone in the family even though they don't reciprocate. I, on the other hand, feel no guilt not spending money on someone who could not do so for me. I stopped buying my mother-out-er... in-law presents the year she presented us with a microwave potato chip maker. A lot of thought went into that puppy.

My wife wants to prowl every store looking for something. Sometimes she has to prowl several times. I prefer to go to the checkout and stock up on gift cards.My wife considers that the height of tackiness. My argument is why spend all that time picking out a gift for someone who doesn't like it and has to lie to you when you can give them something with which they can go out and get what they want? Makes sense to me.

For a few years, I thought the ideal gift was to bake and make a bunch of Christmas goodies for people. Everyone likes food and eating at Christmas time is a national sport. My wife thinks that is tacky and cheap, although I spend almost as much on supplies as I would on gifts not to mention my time, effort and sweat, which I'm sure dropped into the cookie dough, was a very thoughtful and considerate gift. I still think that is a very thoughtful gift, I would certainly appreciate a tray of goodies.

An extension of that are those gift baskets filled with specialty food items that you can only find in gift baskets at Christmas time. Everyone has to eat; right? Apparently that is another tacky gift. No, I explained to my wife, a tacky gift is to give a fruit cake to someone.

People ask me what I'd like for Christmas. I say, "Cash works for me!"

So, while I have become jaded with the crass commercialism that has become associated with the season, it is important to remember the one reason we celebrate.

That one night, a small baby, born in a stable, reached out his tiny hands and found a cross on which to bear the sins of the world.

Have a blessed Christmas!