Glee and the Golden Years

So...I've posted in the past about our Christmas tradition of gifting each kiddo three gifts, in honor of the three that Jesus received upon his birth.

And it's actually ridiculous how many conflicting thoughts float in my own head (let alone other family members and loved ones' heads) about this rule.

Three? Each kid gets three??? That's nine gifts, just from us! NINE new things in the house!

Or

Awww, man, only three?? There are so many cool things I know they'd enjoy and would be too old for next year!

Or

Three? Soooooo many children--and adults, for that matter--the world over receive none. How incredibly, immeasurably blessed we are, beyond comprehension.

But. All those thoughts aside...there's nothin' like the pure and honest reaction of the kiddos themselves to put things in perspective. And tonight, we got a reminder of that.

Since we'll be with my side of the fam on the actual holiday this year, we opened gifts from the hubby's side this evening, and they each got a PJ Masks car/figurine, and you would've thought they'd won the lottery/exploded with excitement/never seen anything cooler/would never need another thing in their whole entire lives.

I mean, they were thrilled (and that's the understatement of the century).

Just one item each brought them such insane happiness they were despondent to stop playing and go to bed, and begging to see the toy(s) first thing in the morning.

So, that's it, folks. That's all it takes.

You only need one, if it's the right one (said the wise, cheerful cook in the Little Women remake staring Winona Ryder. Sure, she was taking about suitors, butcha get my drift, yeah?).

Over and out, peeps.