The most meaningful gift I have ever received is currently worth $2.99. One year when I was a kid, my family was having a particularly tough Christmas financially. We lived in a 2-bedroom apartment with my Dad, Mom, 2 sisters and Grandpa. Needless to say, no one got an X-Box or an LED TV that year. We had a Charlie Brown sort of a tree and some simple decorations that my mom had cobbled together.
We don’t do the “one present on Christmas Eve” thing in my family. We do the “all presents on Christmas Eve” thing. That night, my youngest sister passed out the gifts around the tree to each person in the room. That was her job and it still is, even though she’s 34 now. My lone gift was an envelope. Taking turns, everyone opened their presents and it finally got to me. I tore open my little envelope and found a note. The note was just a piece of paper with a handwritten clue on it. The clue led me to another clue in a different part of the apartment. That clue took me to another clue. In my PJ’s, I scurried from clue-to-clue, covering all 700 square-feet of that tiny apartment.