This year, I’m judging my sister for how much money she’s spending on Christmas presents for my nieces. I’m judging her hard.
I know what you’re thinking, as an aunty, it’s not my place. It’s none of my business. My opinion doesn’t dictate what’s right and wrong, or how much is a ‘reasonable’ amount of cash to be poured into ‘making the day special’.
But let me set you the scene of Christmas last year. One of my nieces, the younger of the two, had a complete and utter meltdown on Christmas Day because we ran out of presents for her to open. My observation was she didn’t so much care about what she was getting, as the act of unwrapping the gift itself.
Once she opened something, she looked at it for a second, tossed it into the pile of other presents, and then continued on in search for something else to open. To the point where she started opening other people’s gifts just to get the buzz and excitement from opening. She copped a royal telling off and spent the entire afternoon in tears.
I don’t blame my niece for behaving this way because at the end of the day, it’s my sister who has spoiled her well and truly to the edge of no return. And this year it’s no different. She’s buying them a jungle gym to go in the backyard, which cost about $600. She’s then gone out and purchased every other item on their shopping lists, no matter how big or small, as well as issued a list of what all close family and friends should buy for them.