I've been feeling the tyranny of Christmas this year. Everywhere I look, there's displays exhorting me to buy more crap for folks; the stress of getting it together has been making me edgy; and frankly, people drive like jerks this time of year. So when I watched this clip about Stephen Smith in an effort to find things to post about, I was only slightly into it. (Partly because the newscaster's chatter is just idiotic.) Yeah, he's an 8-year-old who started a toy drive when he was 3. That's very sweet. But you know, somehow I was just feeling sold.
My 6-year-old was watching my computer from a ways away over my shoulder, and when the clip ended, she asked me, "What are you doing?" "Looking for stories to post about," I absently replied.
"I think you should write about that one," she said. "Because that kid is pretty cool. I mean, not everyone celebrates Christmas, but when kids do, and they don't have any money for toys...Well, that boy made a party for them. I like that." She smiled to herself. "He's a very, very sweet boy."
Okay, you got me. And here you go.
