Daddy or his Toys?

Here is a heart-rending illustration from Christensen's Don't Waste Your Time in Worship:

"A father whose home had been made unspeakably happy with the presence of a little, curly-haired daughter found the tiresome toil of succeeding days tansformed into a labor of love. His earnings were modest, but each homecoming was made a joy, for he knew someone awaited his arrival at home. The first glimpse of the cottage revealed an expectant face at the window--a little nose pressed flat against the glass. One day, he received a modest bonus from his employer. Now he would buy some toys that he had longed, desired, his only child to enjoy. How happy the child was also--in fact, her supper was forgotten and her bedtime delayed. But imagine the father's disappointment upon his arrival the next evening--no baby face at the window. What had happened? Was the baby sick? He ran to the house, threw open the door, then heaved a sigh of relief as he saw her sitting on the dining-room floor, humming a tuneless melody to herself, contentedly playing with her toys, but unmindful that her father had just come home.
"That is just like many men and women today who, occupied with their treasures, forget the Giver of the gifts." (pp. 48-49)