Every Christmas I look back at how tiny my babies were the year before and all I hope is that I can make the next year count. Like really count. I’m not talking about dollars and cents, I’m talking about the real important stuff. Like making memories with my kids. Being present. Playing down on the floor with them. Spending more time listening to them. Teaching them. Loving them. This year I thought about buying them more things, isn’t that what Christmas is all about these days? Things? Ya know, like a fancy electric car they can drive, a new iPad, an American girl doll, the entire Disney store. Then I remembered it’s just a trap called commercialism and my kids would be more happy just spending more quality time with me. So I deleted 14 items from my amazon cart and only kept the things that I know they will truly love or that will be useful, got it down to four gifts each and a few to share and clicked “place order”. So in a world where everything is for sale and everyone is getting...