Why I’ve said “no” to Gifts

Why I’ve said “no” to Gifts

Now before you start throwing stuff at me…hear me out.
I LOVE gifts. I love giving them and I love getting them.  I love my kids getting them.
But sweet baby Jesus.  Enough is enough

We have raised a generation of greedy, little terrorists.  Ones who think because they go to the grocery store with us deserve a toy.
You deserve food.
Not an $87 coloring book and smelly markers.

My children have SO much.  I mean.  It’s ridiculous.  And nothing sends me into a psychotic rage more than all that stuff, times 4, strewn all over the floor.  Broken no doubt.  Most things get donated or given away because they don’t play with 85% of it.  It’s so frustrating when I see the money that has been spent on them.
For nothing.

They are little assassins on their toys.  Christmas Day they rip through their booty like little tornadoes, only for those same toys to be casualties of war just weeks later.  Forgotten.  Broken.  Sad and in the corner.

So I have said no to gifts.  I appreciate the thought behind it.  But get me something I need.  Like a gift card for gas.  Or a massage.  Yes.  A massage…

If you love me like me just even a little bit, get my kids something they need or would enjoy.  Like an experience.  Movie bucks.  Money.  A Pottery Place gift card.  A day pass to Kings Island.  Bowling bucks.  Whatever they are called.  And that’s exactly what you’ll get from me should you invite one of my four to a birthday party.  A gift card for an experience. Because, if you’re inviting me to a party, you must like us.  And I want to keep it that way.  And to show that I don’t hate you, I will not buy your darling a 500 piece rubber band loom thing to make bracelets.
You’re welcome.

This Christmas we are trying something different.  We are giving our children memories for Christmas.  We are postponing our summer vacation and instead taking a Disney Cruise for Christmas.
They will never be able to break this experience.
Or forget to put batteries in it.
Or let the dog chew it.
As long as their little minds are healthy, they will forever and always have the memories of this Christmas gift.
And I am so excited about it.

Okay, I hear you.  “But Jill, they have to have something to open on Christmas!!!!”
And don’t fret your pretty little face…they will.
Because a Disney trip cost $472,000 for us 6, we can only let them pick their top gift.  That way they’ll still have something to open on Jesus’ birthday.
Because, you know, it’s really all about us getting the gifts… 🙂

And they’ll still have presents to open from family.
Believe me.
This will not send them into therapy.
I got plenty of other crap that’ll take care of sending them to therapy as an adult!!!

After all, aren’t we supposed to be building up treasures in Heaven?
Will another Lego set get my son into Heaven?
BUT me stepping on all the Legos on the floor WILL send him there faster…..
Honest to God.
Legos are of the devil.
THAT’S how we should fight the war on terror.


So.  What do you think?  How do you handle all the stuff?  Do you limit?  Give your kids a blank check?  I would REALLY love to know your opinion on it.  Maybe I’m way off base.  But in the fight to grow children who love Jesus and not the world, to serve others and not themselves, to give and not receive…I feel very strongly about being the mean mom…
…and saying “NO.”


I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer, and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ, walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God… just living the dream.

2 thoughts on “Why I’ve said “no” to Gifts

  1. That is a GREAT idea! I wish we had done something similar. We’ve always allowed them to ask for 3 things…the top 3 things they want.

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