Dongxi is what we get on Christmas.
Dongxi is what is gathering dust in the closet you haven't used in 3 years.
Dongxi covers just about everything.
And I discovered something this morning about dongxi that I thought I already knew.
Every Christmas I still have the anticipation of opening presents. I love getting them. The high hopes, excitement, the destruction of paper and boxes, and the carnage that follows thrills me. Every Christmas I end up sitting down with the loot, fiddling with the loot, and playing with the games wondering why I'm still not happy.
No seriously, I know its cliche'ish, but that thought process actually went through my mind this afternoon.
And I can honestly say that I have experientially learned the truth humanity has been struggling to learn for centuries: dongxi has absolutely nothing to do with happiness.
Proven by my daughter, who was soon bored of her American-sent laptop to tug on her father's arm to be held.
Unconditional acceptance. Unconditional grace. Unconditional love.
Gifts may be a part of these. Gifts are not the totality of these.
To assume so is mixing the ends with the means.