I’m going to be spending Christmas with my 6 year old nephew Matt, and while I’m looking for an interesting and exciting present to give him and don’t really know what so will probably get him to choose something I get that the best present for him is me. That I’m present for him. So he’s already got a Playstation 2 and more toys than he knows what to do with. But what he wants is someone who is more interesting than the latest electronic game. Not that I’m telling him tales of my wildly exciting James Bond style adventuresome life (I’m not allowed to as it’s classified) and besides he’s too young for the explicit detail 
What I do instead is be present to the experience that we have together. I’m interested in him and what he thinks, feels and wants.
This is of course for my own purely selfish reasons, as I get to experience the magic of life from the perspective of a 6 year old.
Do you remember when you were 6 years old and what you thought was possible for you then?
Were you looking forward to Santa delivering his presents?
Were you hoping for cold white snow to flutter it’s flakes down on Christmas eve, to coat the ground with a carpet of pleasure for you to dance through on Christmas morning?
Or are you too busy still standing in line in the Playstation 3 queue thinking that if you just bought the one right thing then everything would be perfect?
