Christmas is my favourite time of the year. It’s the time when my family and I spend lazy days on the beach digging holes and searching for shells. We play board games of a balmy evening under the glow of our outdoor fairy lights, re-watch Elf and have our favourite festive songs on repeat.
I have two girls, aged 12 and three, and we love to do the traditional things together like go look at the houses covered in lights, decorate the tree, and plan a special menu with as many of the trimmings as we please. And I absolutely love shopping for their Santa gifts. The smiles on their faces come Christmas morning warm my heart like no cheeky Moro snack-pack find at The Reject Shop ever will.
This year however, something has changed. I have reached boiling point. Especially, when it comes to the giving part.
Just today, as I was sweating to death from the humidity whilst holed up in my bedroom wrapping my 12- year-old's presents, I realised that the familiar gift-buying buzz has slowly been draining away year after year. Why? Because the easy, enjoyable shopping for gifts she'll love, and needs, has been replaced by the anxious, society/friendship-driven craziness of where the f**k do I get that spritz from?!
I've gone from buying Kmart body sprays to trolling the digital and even physical aisles of MECCA (I live 2.5 hours away from an actual store!). I can't consider a Samsung mobile because all of her friends have an iPhone (and yes, I can confirm that they actually do), and sorry, what's that? The only acceptable form of footwear is a pair of Nike 270s or Air Forces? Beauty!
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