Vox, writing on the mystery of Christmas (read the whole thing), has this one comment:
I hope that we will not be returning to those harder times when a child was delighted to receive the simple gift of an orange on Christmas morning, but the future will be what it will be and only God can be expected to know what it will hold.
I recall the tale of a woman who grew up under Communism, in Eastern Europe. Every Christmas, the government news agency (glad we don’t have THOSE!) would report the progress of the ship with the oranges, and how close it was coming to port. If it was a cold year, the Baltic would be iced over and there would be none. If it was a good year, the ship would dock in enough time for the lousy Commie distribution network to get the oranges to all the small towns in her country.
Those children had no store-bought toys, just items made from locally available materials. They in fact WERE delighted to get the “Simple gift of an orange on Christmas morning,” but then that is because they all had two parents, living at home and caring for them. We Patriactionaries will work for a world where all children get the greatest gift on earth, two loving parents, married to each other; everything else eventually just becomes clutter.