I suck at giving you gifts. Part of the reason is that I know if you need it, you’ll ask for it or buy it.
I suppose, in a deep sense, that makes you one of the least needy people I know. Many of those to whom I give my best gifts are very, very needy, more needy than they realize. They think they’re independent, for they think they know what they want: obsessed with money or freedom typically, they think they love, but I can safely tell you for them it is a subordinate thing to those two “goals.”
A life lived not lusting after power, but in appreciation of all that is and can be done, is a far cry from the babyishness our materialism supports. I’ll get you something for Christmas, don’t worry about that. I suppose what is most remarkable is that you would care for it, but not need it in a very deep sense, and that is just stunning in this day and age when we know people whose pride has been injured not by the absence of a gift, but the mere presumption it has a lack of quality.
Merry Christmas, hope to talk to you soon.