For the last several years of her life my grandmother went to the same little store in town and bought tee shirts for my uncle and his family for Christmas. The tee shirts were always exactly the same; solid colors, with no design on the front or back. She always had their names printed on the back in two inch white block letters. Then she wrapped them in recycled Christmas paper that she'd been saving since Eisenhower was president and mailed them to my uncle's home in California.
When it was no longer safe for grandma to drive, the tee shirts became my project. She'd give me the money and tell me what colors she wanted, and then she would remind me to have the names printed on the back. I'd bring the shirts home and she'd wrap them in recycled paper. Then she'd give me more money and instruct me to mail them in plenty of time to get there by the twenty-fifth.
I loved my grandma dearly and I didn't mind doing errands for her, but after a few years of sending the same thing I started to wonder if my uncle and his family couldn't remember who they were unless they had their names on their shirt.
A friend of mine said her grandfather had always given her and her older sister the same gift every, year too; only instead of tee shirts she always received a box of chocolate covered cherries.
"Every year we got the same thing. To tell you the truth, I never was really that crazy about candy, but the Christmas after Grand-dad died, I can't tell you how much I missed those chocolate covered cherries."
It doesn't matter whether the gift is very smelly perfume, a tee shirt, or a box of chocolates because it doesn't matter what we give nearly as much as why we give. Love can make a small thing seem big. It can make an inexpensive thing seem priceless.
If you give, you will receive. Your gift will return to you in full measure, pressed down, shaken together to make room for more, and running over. Whatever measure you use in giving — large or small — it will be used to measure what is given back to you." (Luke 6:38 NLT)