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How I Learned the Holiday Spirit

One of my best friends in the world when I was a kid was a neighborhood boy named David. He didn’t like hanging out with the troublemakers in his apartment complex, so he would often walk to my house to play Matchbox cars and wiffle ball.

It was the winter of 1984. I was about to turn 13.

The one possession David had over me was a Matchbox Car City, which he would often bring with him. It was a three-level, portable, fold-out playset that allowed you to move your Matchbox cars from the car wash to the police station to the elevator-car garage and back to the grocery store. For two 12-year-old kids, it was the basis of hours of imagination and fun.

David’s family didn’t have much. The Matchbox Car City was probably even a hand-me-down. It was beaten up, with faded stickers. But I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I certainly asked for the new version for Christmas, thinking we could put them together and have rival cities with drag races for bragging rights.

A few days before Christmas, my mother asked what we should get David as a present. I didn’t think much about it and just suggested some new Matchbox cars. Mom obliged and picked up a three-pack of hot rods or something.

On the day before Christmas Eve, David came over with a huge present cradled in his arms. I opened the door and said, “What’s that?!”

“Your present! Merry Christmas!” David beamed with a smile as white as the snow behind him.

I tore into it almost immediately. Being a thoughtless kid, I jumped for joy!

David had given me his Matchbox Car City.

I’m sure I just laughed and thanked him at the time, but looking back on it now, it crushes my heart. While I wasn’t rich by any stretch, my family had more than David’s. His only real possession that no one else in the neighborhood owned was that item. And he gave it to me because I enjoyed it so much.

Regardless of what happened later that next year, I would have learned a valuable lesson about the holidays.

In the spring of that year, though, David and the troublemakers in his complex snuck into a gymnasium and pulled out a trampoline to jump on. They didn’t know you had to secure the structure before it was safe to use.

David died when it collapsed. He was my friend. But more importantly, he was my teacher. He taught me what the holidays — whatever one you celebrate — are meant to be about.

Not a December goes by that I don’t think about David. I’m almost ashamed to admit that I kept his gift and played with it for months, if not years, even after he died. As poetic as it might be to say I kept it as a memory or appreciated it far more than an adolescent ever does, that’s not true. I didn’t appreciate the gesture or recoil in horror at the selfishness of my treatment of it or him in that moment for years.

But now I do. And I often tell people about David and the Matchbox Car City, so they remember the lesson he taught me that day that I didn’t learn for almost a decade later: Giving with your heart can truly touch another person.

Whether a hug or smile, gift or gesture, may the giving you do this week have deeper meaning. It sure would mean a lot to me. And to David.

Happy Holidays, everyone.

2 Responses to How I Learned the Holiday Spirit

  1. This is lovely Jason, as I read it tears just fell from my eyes. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of my brother David and how life would be today with him. He was so loving and giving to everyone; including me. I know I got on his nerve being his little sister. It overjoys my heart to see his memory lives on in other people too. He truly made his mark on this world in the short time he was here.

  2. Thank you, Nikki! I’m so glad you saw the post. David meant a lot to me and probably means more now than he did when he was alive, though that was a lot. He has helped shaped my worldview and I’ll be forever grateful I knew him. And you. 😉

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