This story hits home for me, as I remember being in Colleen's daughter's shoes, a loooooooong time ago, when I was 6 or 7 years old.
It was 2nd grade, and I was so excited, since I picked the prettiest and the most popular girl's name. I couldn't wait to pick out something so special for her, it had to be the right thing. My mother took me shopping, and against her better judgement, she let me buy these expensive paper dolls for this girl. She knew how important it was to me, so she let me do it.
It came time to exchange the gifts, and I gave this girl, her name was Susan, my gift. I will never forget the look of disdain on her face, she just kind of threw them aside and said she already had paper dolls like that. I was crushed.
Then it came time to open my gift. As it turned out, the little girl who had my name was the poorest kid in the class (Alice was her name), always dressed in rags, very undernourished, she was the one everyone picked on. I opened my gift to discover that she had given me a bar of Ivory soap that she had stuck colored pins in to form the shape of a star. I wanted to cry, I was so upset, here I had given this girl these amazing paper dolls, and all I got was an ugly bar of soap!
Somehow I managed not to cry until I got home. My mother, who was the most compassionate person ever, made a HUGE deal out of this soap. She declared it a work of art, and put it in our bathroom and told me it was only to be used for special guests. That made me feel a little bit better.
The next day, my mother made arrangements for Alice to come over to our house and play. And when Alice arrived, my mother did something she never did before. We had 9 kids, and we never got gifts unless it was Christmas or our birthday. But my Mom overlooked that fact this one time, piled Alice and I in the car, and took us to Toys-R-Us where she bought us each a set of those amazing paper dolls.
I learned a lot about compassion and caring about those that are less fortunate that day. I was just a baby, but it stays in my mind forever. I started a lifelong friendship that day, and I would never have had it not been for my mother and her taking the time to show me what Christmas is all about.
So I hope that somehow you can show your daughter the same type of lesson, Colleen.