As the wrapping paper shrapnel settles and the scent of cinnamon rolls wafts through the air, there comes a moment of truth on Christmas morning—the daunting task of assembling the toys. Why, in the jingle-jangle spirit of the season, must assembling a dollhouse or constructing a toy car resemble a covert mission? Navigating through an instruction manual more convoluted than a Dickens novel seems counterintuitive to the essence of playtime. Let’s collectively declare that deciphering diagrams and wrestling with tiny screws are best left to intergalactic explorers, not parents in need of a post-eggnog sanity boost. Here’s to a Christmas morning filled with less assembly frustration and more joyous play—because, after all, the real magic shouldn’t involve a hex key and an engineering degree!
NRS 