OpinionEditorial Giving to others is the essence of the season That’s worth celebrating and remembering 365 days a year. A home decorated for Christmas. Photo Credit: iStock / David Sucsy By The Editorial Board Updated December 25, 2017 9:14 AM Print Share fbShare Tweet gShare Email There is a nobility to that central aspect of the holiday season, gift-giving. The time spent waiting in line at stores or scrolling through websites is (almost) over. The inevitable screeds about commercialization of Christmas have been written. So now it’s time to celebrate our offerings. There is the care that goes into selecting the perfect item, just the right shirt or dress or electronic gadget. We look for and often find exactly what the recipient needs, a pleasure all its own. recommended reading Essay: After sorrow, finding joy in Christmas Expense doesn’t have to be part of the equation. There is the laudable ingenuity when a gift is made by hand — from the carefully polished carving to the questionably symmetrical macaroni necklace from a child. There is the artistry and perfectly communicated sentiment of a well-written card, and the virtue of giving what you can. If you can’t afford gifts, there is the present of time or kind words. And there is the societal glue of charitable giving, when you might contribute without even knowing the face of those who will receive. Most poignantly, perhaps, there is the unadulterated joy of children getting ready to open presents from Santa or parents or family or friends. There is their excitement at the appearance of something high on their list. But there is also the way that they can be happy with whatever is wrapped or bagged and placed in their hands. And though they might be thrilled with the new, the perfectly chosen present, that’s not really what’s most important. Ultimately, they can take comfort in the obvious truth that that they are loved. The feeling of togetherness and affection is a present all its own. That’s worth celebrating and remembering 365 days a year. By The Editorial Board Share on Facebook Share on Twitter More on this topic Essay: After sorrow, finding joy in ChristmasI still unwrap that old candle and place it on the same piano, just as my mother liked. Christmas always begins with JOY. Essay: Hey Santa, we wouldn’t mind a visit Being Jewish, I was disappointed growing up that there were very few menorahs in my neighborhood. Sign up for The PointThe Point is Newsday Editorial Board's new daily newsletter taking you behind closed doors into the New York political scene. A must-read for those who want exclusive insights into local, city and state politics and policy. Don't miss The Point. Sign up now. Comments Comments section is temporarily on hold. Here’s why.