Oh, Christmas Tariffs, Oh, Christmas Tariffs...

 


I loved reading about the "true" life adventures of Laura Ingalls Wilder. I can still imagine her walking through freshly fallen snow to get home to Ma and Pa as they readied for Christmas. Ma always had something for the girls, such as cornhusk dolls, or a hand sewn apron. Pa whittled adorable animals from scraps of wood and then everyone sat around the fire, grateful to get a hunk of wood and some cornstalks. 

This scene may be one we can look forward to this coming Christmas because Mr. Scrooge has once again threatened Santa (China) with tariffs. So instead of buying some cheap ass merchandise like a cool robot or a Barbi dreamhouse, it's time to take out the Danish butter cookie sewing tin and get creative. Homemade gifts are delightful, said no one, but times are tough. It's either paying the monthly mortgage or spending $1200 on a $5 labubu. Your choice. If you're not so good with the scissors, make some cookies. Buy the off off brand ingredients and it'll be fine. Who doesn't have Amazon prime boxes sitting in a closet? Make that robot! Now is the perfect time to go outside, collect some gorgeous leaves and glue them into a lovely bowl.

I made these. Not as gifts. 

You are only stunted by your imagination. And your wallet. Don't let Mr. Scrooge ruin the blessed Jesus' day. Show him we don't need no stinkin' PlayStation or Xbox or cellphone. A loomed potholder or a chunk of wood carved into a doorstop is all we need. Love and good thoughts are all that matter. And perhaps a homemade wastebasket. 

*Wilder confessed to using alternative facts when writing her stories about life on the Great Plains. 

Comments

ex-ferrer said…
Good work, Maggie! Those are pretty!
October 11, 2025 at 9:43 AM
Maggie said…
Thanks. I think I hid those around town. Hey, I should do some No Kings for the 18th!
October 11, 2025 at 9:53 AM
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