That’s what the little drummer boy said when told he was going to meet Jesus.
The story is a great lesson on what a gift really is regardless of your religious beliefs. The little drummer boy was poor, held no currency and was in the lowest social strata at the time.
Yet he did have a gift.
It was his ability to play the drum. This is what he gave, in the story, to the newborn infant. I am taking stock of what I have to offer the world as I learn to live with depression. At first blush, and very often these days, I feel I have no “gifts to bring”
But as I think more about it, I am a gift. There will only be one of me in the world. What I do, how I interact with and leave my mark, for better or for worse, is what I will leave after I am gone.
Now I hope the “after I am gone” is a very long time in the future.
There is still so much I want to do. And I need to keep moving forward. Self-care has become a bigger part of my life. And this Christmas season has been especially difficult because there have been several major changes that have happened.
This has left me with little time to do my “traditional” Christmas activities such as purchasing stocking stuffers, making my “Williamsburg” centerpiece for the table. Or even shopping for presents.
Now I did manage to get a few things, and the tree is certainly not bare. But this is a different kind of Christmas. And I have done what I can do, and still make some time for recharging my batteries.