I liked the story of Shura Baklazhanov from December 31 about a boy who donated his pocket money for a doll to his younger sister.

My son once surprised me. He was five years old when on the eve of the New Year he saw a huge box decorated with lights on the central square of the city for letters to Santa Claus. The son only learned to write then, but refused help - the letter was written by himself, sometimes only asking for unfamiliar letters. It took two hours for him to learn about half the alphabet. The condition of the contest was that the child must come up with and write a letter himself. I further explained to my son that Santa sees everything, knows everything, and does not read the letters written by his parents. I can only show how the letters are written, which I did with pleasure.

My son had no pocket money at the time. But I taught him the bill, naming all the prices when shopping, and announced him in advance how much I can spend on the New Year's gift to him personally, on the gifts to his mother, grandmother, grandfather, aunt, and so on - the total amount, and then let him choose what to give. He explained that this was my New Year’s gift for what he learned to count.

That year was fruitful for me, and in general I was happy that the son was growing up and the mind was awakening in him. Especially I did not cheat, but also realized that a lot of money is harmful to the psychic of a child. In general, determined a moderate amount, so that everyone would have enough for at least a small gift. Once you have learned to count to thousands, let yourself calculate how much to spend on a gift to yourself, and how much on loved ones. This is more interesting than counting some blueprints on trees from a textbook.

The son not only settled into the budget, choosing gifts for himself and everyone, but also left something for a gift to Santa! In his letter he wrote about this:

Everyone asks for gifts but no one gives you anything. I give

Of course, with a lot of spelling mistakes, but in that spirit. I almost slept when I read this. I packed it in a envelope and put it in a New Year’s Box. In a week, the central square of Vladivostok:
We announce the winner of our contest! The scene is called...
And then my son’s son! The host read his letter, burgeoning applause, and Santa Claus receives a gift, possibly the first in his life from those received in this role.