My DD (10) gets a token small gift from my DB’s inlaws. We only see them once a year, but at a Xmas event. They don’t have DGCs, so it’s a bit hit & miss. I usually beg them beforehand to settle for small chocs for her, since she’s easily pleased and they are elderly and find it hard to shop around.
Yesterday she unwrapped a shortish string of LED multicoloured lights from them. Maybe £6 tops? Turns out it is THE ABSOLUTE BOMB if you’re 10yo at her school. All the cool kids have them, yada yada. She’s beyond thrilled, best Xmas ever, etc.
That, and a £1.50 thing of hair chalk. Huge win, from a random cousin.
So much for my carefully curated, wincingly-priced treasures under the tree. Or the fab ‘experience’ presents from her closer relatives. Things I could only have dreamed of at her age.
Two more raging success presents: my 2yo nephew adored the foot-high fairground funny mirror I bought him. He thinks it’s hilarious, and some kind of toddler magic.
And I’m inordinately chuffed at a random jar of expensive baby artichokes in oil. ‘Oooo,’ says DH (as I unwrapped them) ‘that’ll be lovely for NYE snacks with crackers!’. No it bloody won’t, it’ll be me, alone, with the jar and a small fork. 