What women want

The best part about having a DVR is that when I hear something on television that I can’t believe I heard correctly, I can go back and listen again.

That happened this morning. I was in another room when I thought I heard a TV commercial for jewelry that seemed to imply at Christmastime, all women care about is getting something for themselves.

That can’t be right, I thought. No one would imply women are that shallow.

So I backed up the DVR and listened again.

Sadly, my hearing is just fine.

The commercial said that “you,” referring to a man, care about family, friends and lights at this time of year. But “she,” that awful she, is only thinking about the gift that You the Man is going to give her. And she wants it to be diamonds.

Now, I like, no, love jewelry. Today I feel underdressed because I have a sparkly pin on my sweater and a bracelet on my left wrist, but earrings in only two of a possible five holes in my ears and no rings on my fingers.

And probably my all-time favorite Christmas gift is a necklace my parents gave me seven holidays ago. It’s a memorial to my first dog, who loved to buy me jewelry to mark our anniversaries together. This necklace has a charm with a paw print on it and a charm shaped like a little bone-shaped treat and sparkly beads, and I added a heart with the dog’s name on it. (TMI? Sorry. But I was quite fond of that dog.)

But I don’t think of Christmas as merely a time for gifts. I don’t do a lot of Christmas shopping because the adults I am related to/friends with and I have agreed that WE don’t really need anything. But there’s always the youngest family members to shop for, and children I’ll never meet to shop for.

If you all want to get together and buy me a diamond, well, I wouldn’t toss it. But I’d rather you enjoy a Christmas season that means spending time with the ones you love, not standing in line at a cash register.

I like Christmas for the family, friends and lights, too. Maybe that means my testosterone level is too high (although I never spit on the streets, so it’s not THAT high). I like Christmas for the hope it gives. I grieve for those who can’t look back at happy Christmases the way I can.

Sorry, jewelry store, I’m not demanding diamonds at Christmas. And much as I’d like to, I can’t demand peace on earth. But I can try to make sure others are happy, and that requires my presence, not my presents.