When I was a kid once my dad accused us of asking this question every year and I felt ashamed. We need to be thankful for what we have. God has been so good to us. Merry Christmas!
IF, I had even thought to raise that question, everything would have been packed up and taken to the Salvation Army and next year, I would be lucky to get the proverbial ‘lump of coal’ which would have been easy since Dad routinely bought 50 lbs. of ‘Candle Coal’ to burn in the fireplace ! ! ! !
When I was but a lad, still in my single-digits, one Christmas I thought I’d practice my still-burgeoning sarcasm on my newly-singled mother. So, after opening my generous presents, I asked her (tongue-in-cheek) “Is that all?” At 80 years old, I still remember that crest-fallen, disappointed look on my mother’s face. To this day, I cannot tell that story without choking up.
Macushlalondra 9 months ago
When I was a kid once my dad accused us of asking this question every year and I felt ashamed. We need to be thankful for what we have. God has been so good to us. Merry Christmas!
jagedlo 9 months ago
“You know, we could give all your stuff to the kids who don’t have anything…”
'IndyMan' 9 months ago
IF, I had even thought to raise that question, everything would have been packed up and taken to the Salvation Army and next year, I would be lucky to get the proverbial ‘lump of coal’ which would have been easy since Dad routinely bought 50 lbs. of ‘Candle Coal’ to burn in the fireplace ! ! ! !
preacherman Premium Member 9 months ago
I detect a parent competition to see who’s the best Santa. And the kids know it.
Totalloser Premium Member 9 months ago
Checked with my local Bike shop and parents to not buy bicycles as christmas presents for kids anymore
hk Premium Member 9 months ago
Awe, the birth of greed.
wildlandwaters 9 months ago
Well… there’s always the boxes!
Jim Barker 9 months ago
When I was but a lad, still in my single-digits, one Christmas I thought I’d practice my still-burgeoning sarcasm on my newly-singled mother. So, after opening my generous presents, I asked her (tongue-in-cheek) “Is that all?” At 80 years old, I still remember that crest-fallen, disappointed look on my mother’s face. To this day, I cannot tell that story without choking up.