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Christmas Shopping

 When I was a kid, my brothers and I saved up all year 

(or at least most of the year... maybe half the year... It doesn't matter how long we saved for, the point was that we saved.)


for one occasion...


Christmas Shopping.


Christmas shopping meant different things to my siblings and I. 


For my brothers, it meant going to the shop, seeing a toy that was obviously out of their budget and trying to buy it anyways.


It was a process that involved plenty begging, a bit of crying, some degree of tantrum throwing, plenty threats and someone (be it uncle, aunty or parent) eventually adding their money to the measly savings in order for the toy to be purchased.



Things happened very differently on my end.

Firstly, I didn't spend all the money on MYSELF although I wasn't much better.


I would buy cheap presents for everyone, spend a whopping amount on myself and make sure I had the most important part of the trip- change.


I always made sure I had change to add to my money the next year- or spend the next year.

That was shopping for my family.
How was yours like?



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