The most miserable and joyless part of this thread is everyone calling people miserable because they don’t buy mountains of gifts (whether quality or tat). Hardly in the spirit of Christmas.
Little anecdote, my brother and I were thoroughly spoiled as children. Our parents were war babies who were brought up with nothing, became well off and went nuts giving us everything they never had. We had everything we wanted all year and then at Christmas had several expensive gifts, and many smaller things. I was always embarrassed and lied to my friends so I didn’t look spoiled. I was also never particularly satisfied, I never really wanted the gifts, so was always (internally) a bit disappointed that I had a huge pile but nothing created that ‘joy’ you see in films. My brother has struggled with debt as an adult. He’s well paid, but cannot wait for anything so is always buying big ticket things he can’t afford. The items don’t bring him joy for long and he needs his next ‘hit’. He’s literally addicted to ‘getting stuff’.
I now hate being given gifts. Its a complicated thing, I just feel sad when people spend money on me and I don’t really love it. I get pleasure from researching and choosing what I buy for myself and only buy what I really want.
I don’t have kids, but if I did, I think the poem (albeit naff) is a reasonable guide for picking a nice mix of gifts that will be appreciated. The latest toy, a practical gift like a bike or phone, a really nice item of clothing or outfit, and a book.