As the holidays approach I’ve been thinking a lot about one subject. Gift cards.
As in “How did Santa know that you love Game Stop and your sister is obsessed with Justice?”
I have mixed feelings. Now, my kids know about Santa, so I have more leeway than some of you, but I will also be held accountable for what shows up in the stocking.
Like the one time I got a Mickey Mouse pen in my stocking that I know for a fact my mom got out of my car when I tried to throw it away because they gave it to all the meeting planners at an event I attended when they first opened the Atlantic Dance Hall. Yes, I was 25 and I still got stuff in my stocking on Christmas morning, and yes, I am still a little bit offended that my mom tried to pass off trash from my car as a gift. I would rather get a half full stocking or even no stocking at all in lieu of my own garbage back.
That reminds me of the time I had a Biohazard CD that I hated and so I gave it to this cute boy, but then I married that boy and now I still own that damned Biohazard CD and it pisses me off every time I see it.
The moral of that story is only give CDs you hate to people you don’t like and also don’t let your mom help you clean out your car. Or something.
But I digress. This is about gift cards.
I love gift cards. All of them. I don’t care if it is from Amazon or Walgreens or Starbucks or the liquor store. I like it when I get to pick my own gifts. You can use a Visa gift card for pretty much anything. You can buy groceries with it or those knee high Doc Martens that you’ve been eyeing.
That being said, is it cool to give them to your kids? I mean, I’m supposed to know what they want, right? And I mostly do, but I also know that if I buy the wrong Skylander Giant the boy will cry. I also know that I would have never paid for the Top Girl app, but if I give my daughter a $10 iTunes gift certificate she can buy 5 apps about sparkly things and 5 about bunnies and then we are both happy.
So what do you say, yea or nay?