One of my favorite Norman Rockwell-type Christmas memories is watching my three small children do an ’80s version of shopping. The toy catalogues would multiply in the mailbox starting around Halloween.

My little bairns would sit on the floor, drooling over the pages of the latest JCPenney or Sears book. Their tiny staccato voices would sing out in a steady beat. “I want this ... (cue next child) I want this ....” And it would go on and on. My ultra-wise wife would simply say: “Circle it.”

In their minds, that was like sitting on Santa’s lap with their lists, then dreaming about those toys that would surely show up under the tree.

But I wonder, with their innate common sense and smarts, which they all got from their mom, whether they also heard a voice whisper, “You’re only getting a TI

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