I heard a story the other day that caused me to sit up and take notice. The story was about a little poor girl who cried a lot at Christmas time. No one bothered to ask her why she was crying till one day, this old man did. “Why are you crying?” he asked. “Because my friends at school said that Santa brings presents to all the little boys and girls who have been good all year and Santa has never brought me presents, so I must be a very, very bad girl” and with that, the little poor girl started to cry again.
Until I heard that story, I had no idea that children from poor families can suffer equally as children who come from rich families might. The little poor girl’s parents didn’t have the money to buy them any presents for Christmas. Poor boys and girls think that they must have been bad children and that is why they never got any gifts or presents. Children don’t know the difference between rich and poor and when they do find out, the outcome can be very painful.
I come from a family of 10 aunts and uncles and 17 cousins who every Christmas at Grandma’s house would all exchange presents. Except my brother, sister and I never got any presents. My sister and I would be sitting and playing in the living room when our Uncle Tony would call each cousin into the closed-door dining room and one by one each of my cousins would come out holding a present. Except my sister, brother and I. This happened year after year after year after year. We thought we were bad little kids. Worthless. It was tough being a 5 year old or a 7 year old or a 10 year old and going through this pain every Christmas. It wasn’t until my mother died that I finally confronted my aunts and asked them why they treated my sister, brother and me so heartlessly. My aunt told me it was because they despised my father. My dad, an immigrant, used to brag so much of how he came to America, penniless, at the age of 16 and became a multimillionaire. “Your father’s rich. You don’t need any presents from us” my aunt said.
Reverse discrimination, for sure. Needless to say, we three never had anything to do with our aunts, uncles and 17 cousins ever again. That was forty-one years ago. And no, children NEVER forget how they are treated. Especially at Christmas time.
I wish I had better childhood Christmas memories than the ones I have. Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about the past. But I do implore anyone that if there is a child in your life, disregard their parents and just be kind to the children regardless if they are rich or poor or middle or lower class. Children don’t know anything about status and stature. If you’re mad at their adults, don’t let the little ones suffer in any way.
There’s a super extravagant store near where I live who caters mostly to people of some wealth. Hubby and I venture in a few times, if not to buy, then just to browse. It’s nice looking at nice things. The store does have a discontinued rack and I’ll be honest, that’s basically where I go to buy most things from this store. The discounts are amazing and for a while or so, I feel super wealthy. Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe this is a bad thing. I don’t know. I just know that it’s fun. It’s exciting and I wish no one bad tidings.
The store’s annual Christmas display is currently in full regalia. Can you believe they sell artificial Christmas tress that cost upwards of $800??!! As a courtesy to their customers, Santa Claus makes an appearance every weekend till Christmas from 11AM to 4PM and the store will provide you and your children with a free photo with Santa. Hubby and I took a stroll through their property today. We started off in their garden area, looked at all the hand-crafted wreaths, multiple poinsettia displays, candy shop goodies (some of the candy was flown in from Italy!), Christmas tree displays/decorations and ended up watching the children get oh! so excited and happy to see Santa Claus.
I made this little video today showing all the special and unique things this store has to offer. It doesn’t cost a penny to walk inside the store and look at all the lovely displays. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to buy a tree priced at $800. But it cost me nothing to look at it and take in all its beauty and splendor.
Looking at a rich Christmas is free and for any one of us to enjoy: