This is Eddie's refrain whenever Chas sees something he wants in a store (or in the hands of another child). I'm wondering if it will stop after Christmas. Probably not. Regardless, although we have purchased enough toys to entertain every child in 4 of the smallest industrialized nations, I'm convinced they will be disappointed on Christmas morning because, dammit, they've bought into this whole magic of Santa scam and seem to think the right jolly old elf is bringing them EVERYthing they've ever seen and a few things they've only dreamed of.
I'm sure I'm worrying needlessly. But that's what I do. I worry. I fret. It's a great way to procrastinate.
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