It was a couple of weeks before Christmas, there was plenty of fresh snow on the ground and I was taking a leisurely walk with my beloved basset hound, Zoey. As I trudged through the snow that clothed the sidewalks, I noticed one of the neighbor girls shooting some hoops in her driveway.
"Hey Susie!" (I'll call her for privacy), "What are you hoping to get for Christmas?" She smiled confidently and answered "A laptop!" What? A laptop? She's like in 5th grade. I went on, "What kind are you hoping to get?", hoping for an answer that would discount the seriousness of her request. "A Mac" she replied. A Mac? As in Apple?? Really?? My mind raced with irritation, now having stopped my walk, ankle high in snow, in complete horror. What will this kid get for next Christmas, a Ferrari?
With Zoey tugging on the leash, I had to ask one final question of her. "What do you think the chances are that you'll get one?" This was the clincher, she might want one and even know what brand, but could her parents afford one? Having the advantage of being an only child, I knew the odds were in her favor. "Pretty good", she answered as she made another attempt at the hoop.
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