Screw commercialism of Christ. A real gift to a loved one is a round of stock (or at least 10 shares, acquired cheaply at any one of a dozen discount brokers).

Okay, unable to hang with that? Do anything but buy more crap. Buy a service for a loved one. A massage, a bowling lesson at Harlem lanes, a gym membership, dance lessons, a yoga classes, a dining night out in Harlem, something enriching and an exploratory experience with the potential for new discovery. But please don’t buy them more crap.

Keep X-mas spending and you’ll never own land.

I made all my presents from East River mud and small chunks of broken asphalt.

You’re right, Ill just sit at home and construct the few Christmas presents I plan on buying out of the spare parts I have lying around. You know, because between working full time and going to school I have time to learn the trades of toy building, knitting, and jewelry making.

Also, your insightful post has also inpired me to begin growing the produce and raise the livestock I need for a Holiday dinner in my small 2 bedroom apartment. Ill convert the second bedroom reserved for my baby into a hydroponic growroom/hen house.

Thanks so much for setting me straight!!!