It can’t possibly have been me. I don’t believe in getting kids a lot of stuff. Love, yes; stuff, no. I carefully consider my consumption choices and consciously conserve. Right?
Plus, I’m very aware of all the useful things money can buy besides more stuff for middle class American children: food for the hungry, medicine, clothing. Real things that meet real needs. So, I’m opposed to excess stuff.
Yeah… but this year I seem to have excepted books, art supplies, useful tools, and board games from the category of “stuff.” I have a few excuses; want to hear them?
So, the shallow magic of Christmas over-consumption will reign at my house tomorrow when the kids arrive from my X's house, for at least 20 minutes, 30 if I’m lucky. I know I could be doing the kids a disservice by having too many gifts under the tree. But, hey, at least they are almost entirely plastic-free. Mostly almost.
Then, while we wait for the hormone-free, all-natural ham to bake, we’ll curl up on the couch with one of the new books, and if I’m really lucky, we’ll have 20 minutes, maybe even 30, where the kids feel the real magic for the non-religious, the time-and-love magic.
Wishing that magic for each and every one of you. May pain and fear take a day off. May you have time, and love.
p.s. That's NOT a new dog under the tree. That's the old dog, who busted into her gift early.