I recently came across this passage from Through the Looking Glass:
“I mean, what is an un-birthday present?”
“A present given when it isn’t your birthday, of course.”
Alice considered a little. `I like birthday presents best,’ she said at last.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” cried Humpty Dumpty. “How many days are there in a year?”
“Three hundred and sixty-five,” said Alice.
“And how many birthdays have you?”
In our family, my brother and I always received one gift on the other person’s birthday - an “unbirthday present” we called them, so we wouldn’t feel left out. This tradition began after I was born when my brother and I were very young. (Similar to when, after I arrived, Jackson received a present from his new baby sister to help prevent any impending jealousy issues.) Of course, this also kept said sibling from trying to open the birthday child’s gifts as well. (You can see photographic evidence of that above on Jackson’s 7th birthday.) Yet, this continued for years. Each year we received one gift - a DVD, a book, etc. - just one small token of our unbirthday. I’m not sure why, but eventually this was extended to boyfriends and girlfriends as well. Our birthdays became their unbirthdays, and another chance to give a small gift. After all, presents are fun, whether getting them or receiving them. Obviously Humpty Dumpty agrees. But Alice is right - birthday presents are the most special of all.
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