I’d like to begin by saying the results are in. They’ve been carefully tabulated by office rant sessions, the Christmas party adult circuit, random neighbors, people waiting in long lines to check out next to you… oh and the occasional Kroger run-ins with acquaintances.
How many of you have had the colorful conversations that begin with asking your kids, “What do you want for Christmas this year?” or “What can I tell grandma you want for Christmas this year?”
Here’s the top five teen responses for Christmas wishes this year, in order.
- “Uhhhh, how about an Amazon gift card?”
- “Steam card” (And if you tell someone a Steam card, you get the pleasure of explaining what the hell that is)
- “Cash” Which is truly hilarious because they say it like they’re going all old school wanting cold, hard cash. Ask them what they will do it. A. Give it back to you for your credit card to buy Steam games or B. To go to the store to buy gift cards.
- “Nintendo gift card.” Ok. Whatever. I see where this is going.
- “Game Stop” Just. Stop.
What is going on? It’s not just me. It’s not just my kids. Doesn’t this year just feel….weird? Is this the beginning of a new day where virtual is better than tangible? Or do I just need to relax, chill out and keep one of my gifts for my fellow adult friends which are:
- That sweet wine for newbies
- Beer with a bow
- Craft IPAs for the dudes
- Funny glasses to put #1-4 into
- Shirts about #1-4 that are funny
Can I take my tree down now?
Mark and I have decided that next year we will buy gifts throughout the year when we see something we know someone will love and present it to them at that time of year when it truly is… a gift. No reciprocation. No exchange needed, wanted or expected. It’s a gift.
And then- get this – when Christmas rolls around we’ll get as many interested friends and family as possible to go somewhere off our grid and have a blast together and not worry about interference like work and distance.
We vote the Christmas exchange brings us together versus blowing cash on, well, cash. Not memories.
Who’s with me?