Though I enjoy them, I try to space my birthdays out to no more than one-a-year (to prevent premature aging.)
People like me, with birthdays in late December or early January don’t do as well with presents. Just look at Jesus. He was born on Christmas Day and only got three gifts–and none of them were toys.
In years past, I was a bit embarrassed at passing the death ages of my favorite saints (like Joan of Arc, 19; or Thérèse of Lisieux, 24.) Now I’m 33 like Jesus! But, as Dad pointed out, if I don’t reach Christian perfection this year “There’s always Abraham and Noah.”