We have decided the last night of Hanukkah is "donation night". Instead of giving the kids toys, we handed them the envelopes from the organization Bubby donated to in their names. We talked about doing what we can to make sure every person has enough food to eat, or warm enough clothes, and mentioned a few of the places we've donated to in the recent weeks and the different ways they help people. I reminded Alex of a few weeks ago when we boxed up old toys and clothes and filled the car to the brim to donate them to the IWC Bazaar. We talked about the good feeling we get when we know we've helped someone.
As we talk, her face gets sadder and sadder. Finally, I asked what was wrong.
"I want a present."
"So you aren't sad about all the little children who didn't just get 7 nights of presents?"
"No."
I guess 5 is a little young to get it. We'll try again next year.
As we talk, her face gets sadder and sadder. Finally, I asked what was wrong.
"I want a present."
"So you aren't sad about all the little children who didn't just get 7 nights of presents?"
"No."
I guess 5 is a little young to get it. We'll try again next year.
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