I gave each of the kids a stack of post-it notes and a pen.
“Write up your Christmas wishlists,” I said, and I left the room.
When they were done, I had them go outside and put the notes on the garage door.
“Put them in order,” I said. “From the one you want most to the one you want least.”
When they were done, I looked at the lists and nodded.
And the garage door started to open, scattering the kids and post-it notes as my wife pulled into the driveway.
I guess it’s sweaters and socks for everyone.