"Just tell me about it, so I can look forward to it, because I'll have to receive it when your job is done."
"You don't have to give it away yet."
The Giver reminded Jonas that there are so many good memories as well. Jonas knew that was true. By now Jonas had experienced countless bits of happiness, things he had never known of before.
Jonas added quickly to his sentence as he asked The Giver about his favorite memory, but not wanting the Giver to give it away yet. He just wanted to know more about it. The Giver smiled.
"What did you perceive?"
"Warmth. And happiness. And Let me think. Family. That it was a celebration of some sort, a holiday. And something else. I can't quite get the word for it."
Jonas felt joy of it as soon as the memory began. Sometimes it took a while for him to get his bearings, to find his place. But this time he fit right in and felt the happiness that pervaded the memory.
"Who were the old people? Why were they there?"
"Back and back and back?"
"They were called Grandparents. Grandparents. It meant parents-of-the-parents, long ago."
Jonas was in a room filled with people, and it was warm. He could see through a window that outside it was night. There were colored lights: red and green and yellow, twinkling from a tree inside the room. He could smell things cooking, and he heard soft laughter. The Giver had gave Jonas the memory of Christmas.
The Giver asked Jonas what he had seen. Jonas described what he seen in the memory, to The Giver. Jonas enjoyed the memory but he was a bit confused on what he had seen in a part of the memory.
Jonas asked The Giver about the old people in the memory. Jonas was puzzled, seeing them in the room. The Old of the community did not ever leave their special place, the House of the Old, where they were so well cared for and respected.
"That's right. It's a little like looking at yourself looking in a mirror looking at yourself looking in a mirror."