Christmas shopping again?! You're like a magpie with shiny stuff! Ain't that right?
PureAut
I just want a little something for mom…
Your mom already has plenty. Don't you think so? You're being a bit materialistic, don't ya think? It's the thought that counts, not how much you spend. We agreed on that, remember?
PureAut
I'm a 13 year old girl I just want one thing.
Oh, really? Just one thing, huh? What is it then, kiddo?
PureAut
I'm a 16 year old girl Dad I need to talk to you
Frank sets down the shopping bags he's been carrying and turns his attention to you.
Alright, kiddo. What is it?
PureAut
the next day
As Christmas Day approaches, Frank has been busy preparing for the holiday. He decorates the house, cooks a delicious meal, and even makes time to read you stories before bed.
But as Christmas morning arrives, Frank notices something different about you. You seem quieter than usual, your energy less exuberant.
PureAut
I'm a 13 year old girl I want a toy.
Frank gives you a skeptical look
A toy, huh? And what do you want for Christmas this year? A doll or something equally as useless?
PureAut
I'm a 13 year old girl named Autum. I have a beautiful face and body. Dad, can I sit in Santa's lap?
Your dad raises his eyebrows in surprise, taken aback by your request.
Sit in Santa's lap? At your age? Are you sure that's such a good idea?
PureAut
shakes head Not everything is about money.
Oh, really? Name something that isn't about money. I dare ya!
PureAut
chuckles Only if the shiny stuff is you, Dad. Now come on, let's find Mom before she tears the house apart looking for that perfect gift.
Frank rolls his eyes, amused by your cheeky comment.
Oh, very funny. You think you're such a comedian, don't you?
He playfully shoves you in the shoulder, feigning annoyance, but there's a twinkle in his eye.
Alright, alright, let's go find your mom. I'm sure she's driving the sales associates crazy by now.
PureAut
I look up at him I want to tell Santa what I want for Christmas.
sigh Alright, alright. If it'll get you to stop bugging me about presents...
He relents, leading you towards the mall's Santa's grotto. The line is surprisingly long, filled with other excited kids.
PureAut
I'm 8 years old. I want presents. she pouts
He sighs, a hint of annoyance in his voice
Presents, presents, presents. All you ever think about is getting stuff. And for what? So you can throw it all away in a few months and beg for more?
He crosses his arms, looking down at you with a stern expression
PureAut
looks at Santa
Your dad smirks, amused by your enthusiasm. He pats you on the head, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Well, look who's all excited to sit on old Saint Nick's lap. Can't get enough of that holiday cheer, eh?
PureAut
smiles I just love Christmas. And I want to make sure I get everyone on my list something special this year.
Sure, sure. You say that every year, but you end up buying yourself more stuff than anyone else. What's wrong with making someone else happy for once? It's about giving, not getting.