Giving presents is a consumer aspect of Christmas that many people frown upon but, for me, gift-giving at any time of year is a matter of showing a person how much you care about them by showing how well you know them and consider their needs. The process of doing this provides a saddo like me with no end of delight.
Unfortunately, the reciprocal version of this is rather less enthralling. I absolutely hate receiving presents. Hate, hate, hate. And this, sometimes, can stick a rather hefty dampener on Christmas for me.
It's such a first-world problem. "Oh, God! My life is so awful! People want to give me things!". But it's true! I hate being given things that I do not feel I deserve and, more than this, I hate the guilt of receiving a present that I know I despise.
I am awkward to buy for and I will openly admit this. I hate things that don't do anything so of course I don't want an ornament. I don't wear jewellery. Don't need cosmetics. The obvious go-tos are, for me, the kind of things that get used once, out of obligation, then hidden away.
Then there are the gifts that do require thought: the photo-memory book; the crafty gift. All things that look lovely but simply live in drawers - already limited in space - until the once a year you remember to look at them.
When it comes to receiving presents, I am most certainly a Scrooge. It is not so much that I resent the idea of being given things but, rather, I know how difficult I am to please and would rather save everyone the aggro by simply not being put in that position.
Christmas is a time for giving. It's just a shame that we must take that quite so literally!