Friday, December 26, 2008

The Best Christmas Gift of All...

is Jesus.


Apparently, second best, is money...


My mother has 7 grandchildren who range in age from 11 years to 10 months. This puts her in a bit of a quagmire at Christmastime. Trying to find a way to give 7 kids "equal" gifts is a real challenge. Let's also remember that kids view "equality" differently than adults do. They take extraneous factors into consideration such as: the size of the box, number items in the box, monetary value, number of batteries needed to work it, the number of pieces of tape used to wrap it, mileage from home to the store where it was purchased...


...but this year, she outsmarted the system and found the perfect, one size fits all gift...


One stop shopping.

No Black Friday Sales. No coupons. No lines. No receipts. No returns.

...and the gift seem to satisfy everyone. Especially, particularly, even the parents.


Down deep I thought Christmas Eve would be a little bit of a bust since the kids weren't going to enjoy playing with new toys, but in fact, it was the exact opposite.

You would've thought someone hit the lottery, the way they were screaming and carrying on. The money was actually surprisingly fun and entertaining, the kids enjoyed counting it, rolling it, fanning themselves with it, sniffing it, and recounting it. It freed the parents up from having to untwist the 47 ultra-firm, finger grinding, scissor-defying, twist ties that hold toys in their packaging. And, we were able to move on into a fun family game of Pictionary...

...well, most of us were able to move on...some of the kids were still a bit preoccupied with counting money...


3 comments:

Lo said...

girl, it is all about keepin it real. i mispell EVERYTHING mostly just cuz i hate spell check. it requires more effort and time than i really have. nor do i want to spend my free time figuring out how commuting is spelled. sorry. side note. seriously tho? i just adore the pants off you. in a, non freakish, stalkerish way. in a way i wish we lived close enough so i could whisper nonsense into your ear and you'd die of laughter sorta way. ahem. not that i want you to die. just. uhm. laughter? the best medicine. and you and me? can TOTALLY make somethin' even BETTER than penicillin. i spelled that wrong. oops. but really. i am so, so thankful i found you. you are a jem, my girl, a jem. i treasure you.

K-Sea said...

Straight cash homey...straight cash

Grandma said...

I loved watching them count their money and "tickets" as Maya called them!