by Maria MoonStar
I remember when my children were small, seven and four. My daughter would scream from downstairs on Christmas Day, and my son would run upstairs, yelling for me to get up, even though it was six o’clock in the morning. Of course, the husband always slept through the morning, missing his kids tearing open their stockings.
Now, I cringe when I think of Christmas. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love Christmas, sending out cards, gifts, and just the magic that one can find during this time. What I’m referring to now is my now sixteen-year-old daughter’s one-item Christmas list. My son’s twelve and has only one thing on his list, too, this Christmas!
That one thing: an iPad! Excuse me, but two iPads would be more then I’ve paid for both of their Christmas yet! What happened to being able to go to the dollar store to fill up their stockings? A crying laugh escapes me. Now it costs me over a hundred bucks just for their stocking stuffers!
I don’t want to go back in time, changing diapers, having to find babysitters, and dealing with the terrible twos, but I do miss the appreciation, the smiles to see Santa, the time together when we did our baking. Today it’s all hurry, give me this, give me that, and yuck, I don’t want that.
I’ve seen more spoiled kids in the last two years than I’m able to count, but then I see the children who get nothing, too. The only thing that makes me consider getting my children the item they want is because of their generosity throughout the year.
Both of my children will give up what they have to give to their friends. This year alone my son has given away all of his football gear to his one friend whose parents would rather spend their money on getting high than taking care of their child.
So, when my children ask me for this gift, I look back over the year, and see all the good they have done. Daughter needed a new winter coat, because she gave hers to a friend who didn’t have one, knowing myself or my mom would replace it. Son gave up his school supplies to the same child who needed the football equipment, so his friend would not flunk his class, because he had no paper or pencils to write with.
Mrs. Santa Claus starts planning out her monies for said two gifts, because even with all the yelling, the screaming, my children know what it is to help others and that is what the meaning of Christmas is all about to me: helping others. May all of you have a wonderful Christmas and may all your dreams come true.
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