The miracle of getting a box of gifts that contained every single thing you ever wanted and ever needed. Lotions and soaps that smell good, candy of chocolate that tastes good, clothes that decorate and clothes that fit right and feel good. Gifts for Chanukah with a Chanukah card included, a menorah on its cover that is bright enough to lighten the darkest winter day and night.
Having a love of the gifts, a feeling to protect them as children, possessions that cause proud ownership, thanking G-d for His generosity and the generosity of the gift-giver.
Having a reason to sing out loud, rejoicing as gifts are exchanged, not comparing my gifts to his, being satisfied with every item and throwing competition out the window, not coveting someone else's grass as greener than mine.
So incredibly thankful for material items that bring joy. Having things one needs as well as things one desires. Having everything and not wanting or needing anymore. Being happy with the quantity as well as quality. Wondering how I got so lucky.
Wondering how all my needs became satisfied with just one box of gifts. Chanukah gifts. Gifts that mean everything to me, gifts that changed my world. A droopy downward curvature of the mouth spreading into a upwards growing grin, and then a big toothy smile!
Jacob showered his brother Esau with gifts, then Esau stopped his armies from attacking Jacob, and the two brothers kissed when they saw each other, happy, and loving, a unity of a family.
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