For years, I never understood Christmas. Admittedly, I was a bit of a Scrooge. It just seemed like the whole thing was a farce.
Every made-for-TV movie I watched between Thanksgiving and New Year’s preached the same gospel: “It’s not about presents.” But then, every Christmas morning, I was inundated with presents. It didn’t make sense. Someone was lying.
Everything you want?
My parents, and probably yours, would conclude every December 25th with the same nervous question: “So… did you get everything you wanted?”
Are you kidding me? Everything I wanted? Is this what we want to teach our children about life? That you can get everything you want?