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 11 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 11 months ago
“You know, we could give all your stuff to the kids who don’t have anything…”
'IndyMan' 11 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 11 months ago
I detect a parent competition to see who’s the best Santa. And the kids know it.
Totalloser Premium Member 11 months ago
Checked with my local Bike shop and parents to not buy bicycles as christmas presents for kids anymore
hk Premium Member 11 months ago
Awe, the birth of greed.
wildlandwaters 11 months ago
Well… there’s always the boxes!
Jim Barker 11 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.