The first few Christmases after my divorce, I went overboard on holiday gifts for my only child, who was 8 when we split. Flush with guilt and restorative alimony, I bought my boy whatever caught his eye in a given year: the latest Legos, a top-notch movie camera, a professional metal detector, a remote-controlled helicopter.
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