What should I get her for Christmas?

They are the vessels of imagination, the tools of childhood exploration and wonder. Yet, in their vivid hues and joyful noises, lies the silent weight of excess, the unnoticed encroachment of consumerism that invades our homes, our lives, our environment. They arrive as gifts, tokens of love and affection, but accumulate, forming mountains of neglected treasures, each one losing its charm, buried beneath the next, in a never-ending cycle of replaceable joy.

In confronting this colorful deluge, two paths unfurled before me: allow these relics of joy to plunge into the abyss of eternal waste, or breathe into them a second life. I choose to let them play again.