Chatting with my Brother the other day, we were discussing how, now that we are both Parents and in my younger Brother's case, Grand-Parents (hahahaha), just how much is expected these days, from our children and Grand Children, at Christmas time.
On average this year, each child in our family, received roughly £700's worth of toys and assorted other rubbish, which will no doubt be all too quickly cast off and forgotten.
By comparison, we laughed at how we typically received perhaps as much as a sweater, an orange, a meccano set to share and a 12" album of our favourite band.
Thinking of this, what do we all here (assuming most of us are of a suitable age that shouldn't be specifically mentioned), remember as our most memorable Christmas gift, that has provided enjoyment ever since?
For me, it is this simple piece of Vinyl, which has probably been listened to at least once per month ever since 1977. I call that value. Thanks Nanna.
Where did it all go so horribly wrong? If we were satisfied with so little, what led us to believe that our children require so much more just to be happy?
On average this year, each child in our family, received roughly £700's worth of toys and assorted other rubbish, which will no doubt be all too quickly cast off and forgotten.
By comparison, we laughed at how we typically received perhaps as much as a sweater, an orange, a meccano set to share and a 12" album of our favourite band.
Thinking of this, what do we all here (assuming most of us are of a suitable age that shouldn't be specifically mentioned), remember as our most memorable Christmas gift, that has provided enjoyment ever since?
For me, it is this simple piece of Vinyl, which has probably been listened to at least once per month ever since 1977. I call that value. Thanks Nanna.
Where did it all go so horribly wrong? If we were satisfied with so little, what led us to believe that our children require so much more just to be happy?
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