Thoroughly enjoyed this thread, have to thank you for that, particularly while suffering menopausal insomnia. The typos reminded me of some very old threads I also enjoyed many years ago, although perhaps for different reasons.
If you’re going to trample all over the magnanimity of the spirit of Christmas, you should consider smashing the consumeristic expectations too, for balance, obvs.
So you own loads of shit - great! 😊 You don’t need or want, or would find any sort of pleasure in being given, anything that money can buy - fabulous! 🥂
But you’ve (albeit in a couple of short, often a bit tactless, occasionally utterly tasteless, but no judgement, much) posts articulated what it is you value and what might have you rocking around the Christmas tree with the rest of us.
As others have noted, you’d clearly value time away from your husband and children. Expressing this as a desired Christmas gift could, while somewhat unconventional and, again, slightly stamping a bit on the Christmas spirit, provide you with a cherished gift you would enjoy. Go for it- ask your family for the gift of you-time.
Drawing, I am sure, on the childlike wonder and awe normally associated with sightings of Santa’s sleigh, your #12 fan status (didn’t know this was a thing, but anyway…) is also highly valued. How about asking your husband and children to use your Spotify account in whatever way is likely to influence the algorithm and promote you to, say #8 fan?! 😲 Think of the joy that would bring you?!
Then there’s the slightly worrying fact that neither you nor your husband thought this band was widely valued enough to warrant rushing out to buy the album (and of course let’s not forget the poster that, in an alternative timeline, might have had a fancy frame around it by now). Why is this? You love the band, why wouldn’t other people also find this a desirable gift? I’m picking up (deeply?) subconscious self-esteem issues. Ask for therapy sessions for Christmas and wait for the future joy of self-acceptance. 🤗
If all else fails, the enormous strop you’ve pulled over something that wasn’t really your husband’s fault, the (as was pointed out) slightly unreasonable implication of thoughtlessness, and the way you ignored the responses that called you out, all suggest that there is nothing you love more than a bit of a flounce with some validation thrown in for good measure (btw, again, see the gift suggestion just prior to this). So own it! - adopt the victim label this Christmas and huff and puff all the way into the new year. We have to take our pleasure as we feel it.
You are very welcome!