This year I decided to buy my 4 grandchildren books. Specially picked books or book sets for each of them, but nonetheless--books.
I expect they might think I'm horrible, but I'm just really tired of making the season all about them. Now I'm telling them "You already had your birthday. This is about Jesus' birthday." Surprisingly I'm not getting much grief over that.
The funny thing is, the desire to open the presents NOW isn't diminished. Caleb stood in front of me last night holding his present while saying, "Can I PLEEEAASE open this?! C'mon, I know it's a book!" :)