Drowning In A Sea Of Christmas “Stuff”

The calendar has flipped, the apples have dropped and all I can see around me at home is the wasteland that was Christmas 2014. A tree with the lights off, random toys everywhere, piles of chocolate hidden on shelves and the giant amount of packaging piled up in the corner.

All of the “stuff” lying around our house was a byproduct of an excellent Christmas and New Year’s for our family.

If you ask our 5-year old son, you would think he did not get anything from Santa. Toy after toy goes from the best ever, to another thing that takes up space on the floor. I don’t want you to think he is ungrateful, because deep down I don’t think he is. He just does not get what it means to be grateful and actually appreciate the things he is given.

But how can he? Every day over the holidays he gets something else from someone. Whether it be school, friends, relatives, family and of course Santa. It is never-ending.

I mean, his TV life is already on demand, and over the period of Christmas, getting “stuff” almost seems what is supposed to happen.

He is 5, he has time and I think we will do our best to make him appreciate how lucky he is. Without sounding like my parents, there are kids all over the world who would do anything for a tenth of what our kids have.

So it is with no surprise that as the time of giving ends, he gets bored quicker and quicker with what normally would be awesome gifts.

If we were to hold out on Grimlock, his main gift and give it to him in February,  with no other toys, it would become all-consuming for him.

But as of this morning one of the hottest toys for boys in 2014, is stuff under the bed, waiting to stomp and roar another day.

The next few days, we will start the process of cleaning up all the Christmas “stuff” but until them, it’s all about appreciated the time we all got to spend together.

Being back in Ontario we were lucky enough to spend time with a lot of family without any planes, trains or automobiles.

That to me is what the holidays are all about. That and seeing the absolute joy on a child’s face when they race out of their room to see if Santa came. That never gets old.