Hey. Family member. Just because I got you allegedly impersonal, thoughtless gift cards does not mean I don’t care or didn’t put thought into them. It probably means one or two or three other things, specifically that you either don’t have easily obtainable items on your wish list, there aren’t items within my price range or that I was hurt by watching you eventually discard things I previously bought you with effort and care.
Get yourself your own damn present with the money I just gave you. I’m tired of coordinating gift purchases with 10 other people, here and overseas, to avoid duplication.
Don’t like it? Want to assume I didn’t think you were worth the effort to buy for when you went to the effort to buy me things? Go ahead. I’ll just skip getting you anything for any future x-mases (and you can do the same) and we’ll solve the whole damn problem.
X-mas should be about eating and remembering Santa dying on the cross for us.
P.S. I love you just as much regardless of this whole stupid present crap we put ourselves through.
I’m Batman!
Or, rather, I was. It’s Christmas 1971. I’m nearly 4. My sister is a drum majorette and is 5.
I was able to assume Batman’s identity without the tragic loss of my parents though.