Each December, the boys and I pick three angels off the Giving Tree at church.
“Because we’re angels?” A. asks sweetly. He throws his theory out to the universe in hopes that Santa is listening.
“Nice try,” I laugh, “but no.”
We pick three because three boys live in our house. Each boy chooses another to buy and wrap presents for during the holiday season. My hope is they’ll learn that giving is as much a part of this holiday as receiving.
“This boy wants long underwear,” I. says, reading the wish from the backside of an angel. “That’s kind of sad.”
The angels also give us pause to talk about how lucky we are and why it’s important to be thankful.
“Why do you think that’s sad?” I ask, a question designed to get him thinking.
“Because that means he doesn’t have any,” I. replies. “But I think toys would be more fun.”
I agree. Kids and toys go together like Christmas and Santa. So that’s what we agree to do. Wrap up a box of toys with a pair of long underwear tucked in for good measure.