Sunday, December 26, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Ho! Ho! Ho! Santa HOW do you do it?
I wouldn't do it....hey, wait a minute....I do DO it and that "Puffy" guy (As my daughter kindly puts it) dressed in a red suit is ME! I am the lucky one who trudges out in the cold, battling the crowds for that last Rapunzel Tower that unfortunately is "Out of Stock". I am the one who searches Craigslist, eBay and all the circulars looking for the best deal on the insanely LONG Christmas list my daughter has created. I swear, every word that comes out of her mouth these days is "I want that". The commercials on TV are my nemesis. They continue to do me wrong year after year. Those famous last words "Ask Santa at Christmas time" are here to haunt me. My girl is a freak of nature...she can remember things from when she was 2 years old and she is 6.
Trust me when I say...I have my work cut out for me. I must now go through a mile long list and pick out the few things that Santa thinks Dylan would like the best and not toss aside the moment she tears it open. This is no small feat. I have a new found respect for my parents because Christmas is EXPENSIVE and I only have one child. A Barbie doll is like 25 bucks...how do people do it with more than one? I love my child desperately and want to give her the world but even if I had all the money to buy her everything she wanted on that list...I wouldn't. I want her to start respecting her things. At six years old this is a tough one. She doesn't "get it" yet, but she will one day.
Every year we go through her things and fill bags to give to the little children who need toys for Christmas. At first she had no interest in giving HER stuff up but now she looks forward to it. Yes, my child is an only child and she is a little spoiled, yet she is not "rotten". She is a sweet, kind and loving child that I quite frankly don't mind fighting the crowds and feeling a little tweaked out in the sleep department to play her Santa. Yes, it is a little painful putting together the toys that never seem to come with adequate instructions. The fact is, in a few years she will know that her Dad and I are her Santa Claus and probably will only want a gift card or money which is no fun at all! Her face walking down the stairs and seeing the gifts under the tree that weren't there the night before and cookies and milk gone into a "puffy" Santa belly is PRICELESS! That said.....I will enjoy it all while I can with a big Ho Ho Ho....Merry Christmas because gosh darn it...there is a Santa Claus! BUT I NEVER forget that Jesus is the reason for the season!