The Ultimate Christmas Gift

Last year, American Express created a website that concentrated on personal finance: GetCurrency.com. They solicited writers from among the most prominent personal finance bloggers. We offered our talents, and the GetCurrency.com editors found our submissions wanting. Meanwhile, they’d run posts from that earnest imbecile at The Simple Dollar who tells blatant lies about how his 4-year-old has started a college fund.

As 2011 enters the home stretch, guess what? Control Your Cash is going better than ever. As for GetCurrency.com, here’s a recent screenshot:

Schadenfreude, and it feels so good…

So here it is again, our annual post about the best possible Christmas gift. We recommend this gift as suitable for giving to just about any individual or business. Except for GetCurrency.com; for them we’d go with a cemetery plot and a gravestone. Season’s freaking Greetings. 

From a utilitarian perspective, giving gifts makes no sense. Generally speaking, you buy gifts for people who are likely to buy you gifts – hence the term “exchanging”. Receive a gift from someone you had no intention of buying anything for, and you’re selfish and inconsiderate. Do the opposite and you’re a sucker. And if you do buy something for someone who buys something for you, custom dictates that the gifts can’t be of disparate value: hence the ludicrous practice of removing price labels. After all, nothing ruins the joy of receiving a thoughtful and apposite gift than finding out the donor spent too little on it.

Think about it: you spend money to get people things that you hope they’ll like. If they don’t, you’ve wasted your time and resources. Thus the most useful possible gift is the one perfectly adaptable one: cash. But again, the suitability of cash runs into the brick wall of decorum. ‘Tis the season to be gauche. And again, if the recipient adopts the same logic about gift-giving, you end up exchanging cash for cash. Reduced to its fundamentals, the transaction is easy if quotidian: instead of you buying me a $150 gift and me buying you a $160 one, I should just give you $10. Then we can spend the next year discussing how I’m tacky and you’re cheap.

If you’re the parent of a young adult, or otherwise have someone in your life whose net worth isn’t yet where yours is, here’s a mutually beneficial idea for a decidedly American gift that isn’t cash: the next best thing, credit.

The average college graduate receives that bachelor’s degree with a 5-digit Sallie Mae obligation. As for the prudent and responsible students who manage to graduate with no or minimal student loans, doing so usually means there’s hardly enough money remaining to create any kind of nest egg. The wealth-building years have begun in earnest, but there’s almost nothing to lay a foundation with. Renting an apartment for the next few years (an investment with a guaranteed rate of return of -100%) wipes away much of the equity a young person could be building.

If you can afford it, lend your upwardly mobile kid enough to cover the down payment on a modest little domicile. Even buying the tiniest of townhomes gives him or her the opportunity to build equity, and to exercise the care and consideration for one’s things that renters have no incentive to.

Say you find an $80,000 condo that requires a 20% down payment to avoid private mortgage insurance costs. Financing the remaining $64,000 at today’s 3.40% 15-year rates means your kid would write monthly checks for $454.39, which makes far more sense than spending $800 on a larger rental house in a fancier part of town.

Remember, this isn’t a gift in the traditional sense. As the giver, you’re expecting something in return – regular payments, with interest. If you can give your kid a 100-basis point break on market rates, she could pay back that $16,000 loan back to you in $105.93 monthly installments. Which should be pretty easy to do, especially if she’s collecting rent from a roommate. Of course, we’re assuming she’ll be making gradually more money throughout the life of her concurrent loans.

The real “gift” in this situation is something intangible but vital: an introduction to real-world finance, and a chance to exercise responsibility. It’s the ideal meeting of a recipient whose ambitions outweigh her wherewithal, and a donor with the ability to make the recipient’s transition into the world of commerce run a little more smoothly.

So for a close loved one who’d stand to benefit from the gesture, don’t “give” a gift. Lend something instead. That way you can help foster a sense of ownership and responsibility, which beats a trinket or a consumable any day of the week.

**This article is featured in the Carnival of Personal Finance #341: Christmas in Australia Edition**

Guest Post – Holiday Gift Shopping for Clients – The Chia-Pet Incident

This is a guest post from Richard Rossi, a writer/illustrator from Greensboro, North Carolina. No, he’s not some friend of CYC whom we’re giving face time to. He’s just a talented writer who offered to help out. Check out his children’s book on sale at Costco, and/or his Syracuse sports blog. The corny jokes and the sycophantic link to CYC are all his, as is the insight:

"Giving is the true meaning of the season." Therefore, it stands to reason that the birth of Christ is the true meaning of unnecessary commerce.

 

I love Christmas music. “Jingle Bells”. Bing’s “White Christmas”, Elvis’s “Blue Christmas”, Chuck’s “Run, Rudolph, Run”. They help to create that festive atmosphere we all look forward to every year. Why, I can even take Alvin & The Chipmunks’ Christmas song in short doses. But this and every past Christmas season, there’s been one jingle that makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

“Cha-Cha-Cha-Chia”.

It all began when we started doing business with a guy and his family who were new in town. It was over dinner with our guests that my wife had the brilliant idea of sharing Christmas with them. And exchanging gifts. I was mortified. “Well, at least I can write off the cost of the gifts as a business expense next time I file taxes,” I thought. I am the cheapest man alive.

Exchanging gifts has always been traumatic for me. I’ve still got emotional scars from when I was 19 and my father, thinking that every red-blooded American male needs a power tool, bought me a chainsaw for Christmas. Never mind that I was a city kid and not very handy. If I didn’t put my eye out, I’d lop my arm off, which would make hailing a cab to return the damn thing virtually impossible. Still, that scar wasn’t nearly as bad as the one left on my 10-year-old nephew when I re-wrapped it and gave it to him the next Christmas. I may not be handy, but I’m opportunistic.

I was watching a cheesy detective show on late night TV, DragnetI think. “Jack Webb, now that guy never even bought his partner a cup of coffee,” I thought. I stewed and I contemplated. What was I going to get this guy? And then it hit me like a hot kiss at the end of a wet fist*.

“Cha-Cha-Cha-Chia”.

Sure, it was a cheap gift. $19.99 to be exact. But it was an idea. And, if the before and after pictures were to be believed, it would grow and become an attractive house plant, essentially being the gift that keeps on giving. Little did I realize how right I was.

The Chia Pet was received with a laugh and a polite “Thank you”. Realizing my faux pas, I was more than a bit embarrassed and couldn’t wait to say our goodbyes and let him toss that horrific thing in the trash. Out the door, in the car, down the wet pavement of Riverside Drive, and finally back to the security of my humble home, I had walked the holiday gift giving gauntlet and made it across, albeit it not very gracefully.

But, as they say in those infomercials, “Wait, there’s more!” For some ungodly reason my wife signed us up for the same thing the next year, with the same family. We would revisit the scene of the crime. There was no hiding. This time, however, my wife spared me the task of purchasing any gifts, no doubt to save herself from a repeat of the previous year’s embarrassment.

The fateful day came and went, but not without incident. When I opened my gift, there it was. The Chia Pet I’d purchased for my client the year before. Except, in an effort to both flaunt his handiwork and my lack thereof, he’d turned it into a clever little table lamp. He had a grin on his face that was priceless. I’d been out-cheaped.

I’ve learned my lesson.  Here’s a few ideas that have worked well since, things that don’t cost an arm and a leg (see chainsaw above) and will help you avoid a repeat of the dreaded Chia Pet incident:

Shop Online

For those like me who become disoriented when anywhere within a mile of a mall, this is the answer. From gourmet gift baskets to popcorn tins, it’s all there. Just order early to avoid excessive shipping charges.

Do Your Homework

Before buying your business associate a bottle of anything, try to find out their drinking habits. You don’t want to buy expensive wine for someone on the wagon.

When a Simple Card Will Do

Don’t be afraid to avoid buying a gift altogether. You don’t want to be seen as offering a bribe to a business associate or client you barely know. Reserve gifts for folks you’ve been dealing with a while. And finally…

With Your Biggest and Best Clients 

Don’t be so che-che-che-cheap.

*Thanks to Firesign Theatre for letting me borrow a line from “Nick Danger, Third Eye”.

This article is featured in:

**The Yakezie Carnival – Christmas Edition**

**Totally Money Carnival-First Foot Into 2012**