Irony: for years I equated presents with love. I requested then demanded those who loved me give me presents until family members revolted and I had to face the deep shadow in this. Finally completely integrated this last Christmas after about 27 years of continuous attention. Gifts had been dwindled down to almost nothing prior to that. Since integrating that Shadow I keep receiving gifts. They are no longer equated with love. Yet I still find it amusing that now that I no longer need them, I am receiving them.
