I think the enduring image of Christmas for most people is a kid losing his or her mind running to a tree lined with gifts. It is magical to watch the pure joy…or sad to see pure greed take over an innocent child. It is usually the best day of the year for all kids. Then you get old.
At some point, you start getting stuff you need, not stuff you want. It’s hard to act like it’s fun to get dress shirts for work. Wait, are those matching socks? It’s a Christmas miracle! The bad thing is if no one buys me these things, I am wearing the same shirts and socks I got in 2001. I just threw out a pair of socks that had no heels for the last six months. I not only had them, I wore them and washed them at least 14 times before I finally gave up on them. You don’t want see how bad my underwear is. If everyone was like me, the underwear biz would be getting a bailout from the government.
Even more depressing is when I get the “Your body is falling apart, here’s this!” Gym memberships, Rogaine foam, and the like. I got a nose hair trimmer recently and have got use from it. Sure, a PS4 is fun, but it won’t help you when you have black hair curling out of your nose. Then again, if I had a PS4, I wouldn’t have to leave the house for a while…