The Art of Sacred Giving
A Children’s Hearth Reflection on Simple Gifts, Treasured Traditions, and the Beauty of Enough
The truth of it is, this rhythm began with our eldest.
One year, as Christmas approached, she told us she wanted a handmade Christmas - not because she was trying to be noble or creative, but because she was worried about Santa. “He has to go to every single house,” she said, her brow furrowed. “That’s a lot of work.”
So we begun to make things. Slowly, gently, with what we had.
Little gifted were stitched or painted. Some were found in secondhand stores and chosen with care. Every gift was wrapped in a vintage pillowcase - soft cotton squares we’d gathered from op shops over time, tucked into a tub and used again and again, like sacred cloth.
The joy of it surprised us.
There was no rush to buy, no boxy waste, no glittery overwhelm. Only the quiet pleasure of making, finding giving - together.
It’s not that we couldn’t afford new things. But we found something richer in the slowness. The treasure of a secondhand book. The pride of a handmade doll apron. The joy of a story passed on.
And the pillowcases, when emptied, were folded neatly and returned to their tub - ready for the next gift, the next birthday, the next child’s heart to be seen and celebrated.
We wrap with what we have - and what we’ve found.
Sometimes that means bits of twins saved from a parcel, a piece of ribbon that once belonged to something else, or wildflowers the children picked from the garden just before the gift was given. The wrapping is part of the gift - not just a cover, but a kind of whisper: this was made with you in mind.
Over time, our children came to expect this kind of magic. Not the kind sold in stores, but the kind we created together - from scratch, from scraps, from soul.
They’ve painted boxes, written coupons, made bookmarks and finger-knitted bracelets and badges. We’ve given op-shopped books and secondhand board games wrapped in storybook pages. The gifts weren’t always perfect, but they were always loved. Because they came from hands that knew the heart they were given to.
And they’ve even come to love when the op shop price is left on the gift. Their eyes light up and they proclaim it with wonder: “Woah! I can’t believe you managed to find this treasure for two dollars!”
It’s never said with shame - only joy. As if the smaller the cost, the greater the magic.
Because that’s how it feels to them - like finding buried treasure in the everyday. A $2 tea set becomes a royal banquet. A worn-in books becomes a whispered secret from another time. A secondhand cardigan becomes a cloak of glory.
Gifts Ideas from Our Hearth
If you’re wondering where to begin, here are some gifts we’ve given - to each other and others - made with love, found with care:
Homemade Playdough in a glass jar with a tag and a bit of twine.
Secondhand books, thoughtfully chosen and often treasured more than new, especially great with a tea bag and homemade bookmark tucked inside.
Good-quality op shop clothes - a pretty dress, a cosy jumper, a knitted vest
Vintage trinket boxes filled with small treasures: a pendant, a $2 coin, a pressed flower
An old biscuit tin filled with new pencils and a little notepad
A tiny tea set from the op shop, wrapped in storybook pages
Handwritten coupons: “One extra story,’ “You pick the dinner,” ‘A day in the garden with Mum”
A sunflower grown in our summer garden, ribboned and radiant, with a $2 coin and a tub of playdough
A favourite homemade treat - baked especially for a birthday, only made once a year, a loaf of freshly baked bread or cake
Homemade apothecary - soap, bath salts, lip balm or salves are great
Pass-the-parcel with pretty shells tucked between the layers - the toddlers were utterly delighted
These gifts cost little - but carry much. They are invitations into imagination, into slowness, into joy.
They are not just presents - they are presence.
I don’t share these rhythms because I think they’re the only way - they’re just our way. What we’ve grown into,slowly, over time. Your family might wrap gifts differently. You might celebrate in your own beautiful way. But if any part of this rhythm lights a small spark in your heart, I hope you feel free to follow it.
There’s no perfect formula - just love, thoughtfulness, and the courage to do things gently.
A Blessing for the Giver
May your gifts be wrapped in presence.
May your giving be simple, sacred, and full of joy.
And may your children grow up knowing
that love doesn’t have to be brand new
to be entirely enough.
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