Ever since my youngest son, Jason, found out the truth about Santa Clause when he was 8 or 9 (he’s now 13), Christmas morning has lost some of its magic, and I do miss that. However, it’s also become a lot easier for me — as the appointed shopper of our family — to buy gifts without having to worry about revealing Santa’s true identity. When we are out somewhere, and Jason sees something he’d like for Christmas, and it’s on sale — hey, no problem, I can just buy it there in front of him and save it for Christmas.
No Christmas has this been more evident than this year. On Black Friday, I was blessed to have the rare opportunity to go shopping with all 3 of my sons at the same time. We spent most of our time in Dick’s Sporting Goods (two different locations, no less), instead of at the mall, but they were all able to pick out things I knew they’d like. Jason had waited until just a week or so ago to decide that he wanted a Play Station 4 for Christmas; the pre-order date for this item had already passed, and people … Continue reading..
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