FROM ALL I WANT FOR HANUKKAH IS…

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 “The best things in life are free. The second best are very expensive.” – Coco Chanel

There are a couple of situations that I recently found myself in where I couldn’t help but take a pregnant pause, a quick step back, and slap myself across the face, leaving me to beg the question of, “Did I…just…say…that?”

Phrases that the younger, stay-up-till 4am, travel the world in a suitcase, jump off cliffs in Croatia, version of myself would never, ever, never believe I’d say. Like:

“Isn’t the music in this club a little loud? Do you think they could turn the volume down a little?”

“Wow, this drink is filled with high fructose corn syrup AND aspartame!”

“I woke up at 9:30am on a Saturday? Gosh, that’s late!” 

“I really don’t want any presents this year for Hanukkah

The last one, I’ll admit, took a little bit longer to believe.

Of course I love presents. I live in NYC where 3/4 of my paycheck goes straight to pay my rent and the rest of my loose change goes toward my $1 slices of ‘zza. A nice new winter coat would be lovely. A ticket to see Rock of Ages would be grand. Hey, i’ll even take a lump sum to pay off the fines I owe at the library across the street (Thank you brother for helping me solve that problem with a gift card to The Strand).

I was 9 when i fell in love with my first “thing”. It was a shiny Razor Scooter that Sharper Image sold and every time it popped up in a commercial, I’d see these middle schoolers zooming away to their friend’s houses, to the park, or even just to race one another. I wondered If I could travel the world on it. Either way, it was freedom, it was adventure, it was everything I had ever wanted, at 9, and I just had to have one.

I started crafting and implementing my master plan in June that by December, for Hanukkah, I would be the proud new owner of that two wheeler machine. I saved up my pennys, my patience, and became a model citizen by doing extra chores and getting stellar grades at school. It consumed my thoughts, picturing my blonde hair crawling out the sides of my helmet as I whizzed passed the parentals.

That Razor Scooter now rests in peace, behind rusting baseball bats and old warped records in my parent’s garage, too worn out for my 5″7 clumsy frame to use.

During a morning chat with my mom last week, we mooned over how we wouldn’t get to spend Hanukkah together this year, and how over any new sweater, pair of socks, or two wheeling scooter, that the only present that mattered was spending time with each other.

In the most endearing way, she reminded me that Hanukkah and the holidays are special because of the people you spend them with, the food you use to anchor conversational laughter with, and the simplistic way that you can be lounging around in your jammies, doing nothing, and feeling everything. It’s a time to be happy for exactly what you have, she reminded me with ease, making me whole-heartedly believe my jibber-jabber that presents mean absolutely nothing at this age.

As you grow older, you realize that the best presents are people, wrapped up in bows, strategically placed across the country from you, or on the opposite side of the coast. It’s not things that you want, though you may get sudden tingles and urges for new things, it’s all about the real, live, people that surround you. Hugs, or anecdotes, or simply just snuggling up on a couch, catching occasional glances, is the deep breath that makes the turn of the new year feel promising, and the leftovers of the old year seem to be rotting away and no longer at harm.

In our 20′s, our hearts become as intimate as our tiny studio apartments and as cramped as the suitcases we live out of. That’s when we start to realize the things we hold on to, strive for, consume our jumbled spaces with,  are just the compassion and the love people have the power and the will to give us.

I do love presents. I enjoy ripping open wrapping paper with my teeth and exposing a thought-out gift given to me from a loved one. But with this whole growing up, no space, no time, no patience for things, what will always trump any gift suffocated in tissue paper, is the chance to spend time with the actual person who put it in the mail.

In the literal sense, I don’t mean the person who shipped it to me from Amazon or Craigslist, though I’m sure those people are lovely).

To all my menorah lighting, latkah flipping, sufganiyot eaters, have a happy, happy, happy, happy, hanukkah!

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I’m Jen Glantz. I’ve been a published writer for over 13 years, spilling my words into magazines (ranging from style to scuba diving), newspapers, websites and even this one time, a speech, for someone who didn’t speak a word of English. What drives my words, my site, my writing, is the power of relating to people. I find that many people, especially young girls, feel so alone and quite often they feel embarrassed. I want to shatter those feelings! I want them to read what I write and understand that it’s okay to be a little outside of the box, but most importantly, that it is okay to just be who they are.

3 Comments

  • Reply December 11, 2012

    Daniel

    I liked the entry a lot. I won’t be back home for Christmas/New Years, so I’m right there with you. Here’s an Internetz hug and a new subscription. Happy holidays. :)

    • Reply December 11, 2012

      Jen Glantz

      Thanks so much! Internet high fiving you :) Keep in touch and stay happy over the holiday season.

  • Reply December 11, 2012

    SISKO

    Well said! Although, I would have loved to see you riding around NYC on the Razor Scooter!

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