Look kid, we agree... books are sort of a crappy Christmas present (unless you are an adult and are hoping someone else springs for the $25 hardback of a new bestseller you are just dying to sink your teeth into). Kid, you're what, 3? 4? It's not your fault you're acting like tiny jerk... it's your parents.
Yes, Mamarazzi blames your parents who, instead of taking a moment to remind you to be gracious (teachable moment!), are whipping out the video camera and slapping your fit all over YouTube and chortling at the funny of your wee little annoyance.
Sigh.
People, Mamarazzi is here to help and while we have all had our own Christmas mornings with Mamarazzi children who are sleep deprived and over stimulated, it still never acceptable for a child to pull the Brat Card.
And when they do, for the love of holidays, don't put it on the Internet.
You're welcome.
When I was about 8, my older sister opened her BIGGEST PRESENT!!!! only to discover that it was a big, poofy, crinoline petticoat. She yelled "CLOTHES?" and ran crying out of the room.
Since then, I've never been able to give clothes for Christmas--not even to teenage girls who ask for them.
There are usually one of two reasons people give clothes for Christmas, one just makes me sad, and that is the ones who need the clothes, and it comes down to the need vs the want because of money issues. Then there are the ones who use clothes to kind of "pad out" the number of gifts and make it look like the kids are getting more. If it's something expensive and they have asked for it, I don't have a real problem with that... and if the kid is an ungrateful brat about something they ASKED for, well, they deserve something else and that would be a whap upside the head.
Even grownups get huffy about gifts. HELLO, when someone spends the time and money to get you a gift, you accept it GRACIOUSLY, even if you don't like it. You can always return it -- and give the giver specific requests in time for the next gift giving celebration. That is, if the gift giver decides you're worthy. Seriously, people!
When I was a senior in high school, my parents gave me a set of luggage for Christmas. (Yes, this was many years ago when people bought sets of luggage.)
I had my heart set on a zoom lens for my camera, so the luggage was a great shock and disappointment. I started to cry. Just a few tears, then I stopped, but it was noticeable.
To this day, my mom thinks those were tears of happiness. I have never told her the truth.
PS And I used one of the suitcases once, but that was it. Why does a college student who is going to school 150 miles from her parents' home need a set of luggage?
We have a new saying this year "Christmas is not YOUR birthday!" That is going over well with the 2 teens and the pre-teen, yes it is.