This made me really, really sad. Not because of the nice moving Christmas story, but because of the way it applies to me, or rather, doesn't.
While reading that, at age 14 and just had a family argument over Christmas presents, I really though, "Huh. Am I living your life or did you live mine?" right until the end. In my version I would not have gotten the present I wanted, nor would I have had some great Christmas epiphany.
My Dad does not approve of gaming as a hobby. That is about understatement of the year, but I'll leave it at that. He also disapproves of my religious beliefs and uses them as an excuse to punish my gaming.
If he ever bought me a gaming related present it would be something I had picked out and a relative had gotten for him to give to me, as it is with all of my presents. He doesn't make any effort for anyone, he just sits around looking somber and reading The Catholic Herald . It really made me sad, knowing that I'll never experience this. I'll never realise that they did really get me the present I wanted, or indeed, ever get a surprise at Christmas, since my Dad just doesn't care enough to take the time to find out what I like without somebody else buying for him.
I wish I'd never read that. It's like sitting outside a factory making copies of Half-Life 3, Team Fortress 3 and Portal 2 knowing that they're going into a massive fire.