snow & lightsabers & such

This is London.
On Christmas morning she is in for BIG TIME disappointment.
We were talking a few days back and she (in the *very knowing* way that only a girl child can truly master) told me about her upcoming Christmas.
"First, we will wake up and open presents. Then we will go outside and play in the snow."
I attempted to explain the fundamental truth that southern Arizona Christmases aren't white. Ever.
The response (again, all-knowing): "No. We are playing in the snow on Christmas." I so wish I could similarly dismiss stark reality with a confident, cursory "No".
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On the home front, I've just begun worrying about Christmas disappointment. The price of finishing my shopping early, no doubt. A month ago, when I asked Aidan what he wanted Santa to bring him, the list topper was a Volcano. I swallowed hard, wondering how I could possibly make that dream come true. Then I turned to my dear friend Google, checked that off the list, waited for the package on my doorstep, and patted myself on the back.
Now, suddenly, Aidan has discovered that he absolutely, positively needs a red lightsaber for Christmas. He wanted me to be sure to tell Santa. "I just want him to bring me a red lightsaber." Darn that "just".
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Luckily, my child's disappointment is mendable within $20. Poor Mandi needs a crash course on commanding the elements.
Reader Comments (23)
This cracks me up though, I sometimes get overwhelmed with the whole Christmas gifting and making others happy. Talin is insisting on a Unicorn coloring sheet from Hobby Lobby. Tom is putting his foot down and saying absolutely no. I understand, unicorns are a bit femmy. So we got him the dinosaur sheet, will he be dissapointed? Probably, but oh well. As if coloring unicorns would make him any less of a man.
I don't know how you handle all the different requests. It (I'm hoping!) becomes a little easier as the kids get older. But, then, I guess their desires usually get more expensive. Hum.
I do know one family that writes special Santa Claus letters. They write letters to Santa early in the season. Then (I'm assuming after everyone reads them) they burn the letters. I think the letters are supposed to magically transmit directly to the North Pole somehow. That way there is no way to change your list. It is already done and gone!
We don't rely too much on Santa Claus so that wouldn't work for us, but it is an idea...
So far our requests have been fairly tame. Snow in Arizona! Poor Mandi!
All Emerson can talk about is Julie, the new American Girl doll from the 70's. She thinks her clothes are so beautiful (ack!). She gets so dreamy when she talks about her, I had no choice.
I know all about Kelly's angst too...why couldn't it be Kit?
All Olivia wants is a puppy...uh, that is never going to happen. And then I sometimes wish I was the kind of mom where anything was possible.
"just" needs to drive a few hours to see it ;)
I do love that kids here can test out their new bikes,
skates and barbie jeeps -in cotton PJs, barefoot! (our
past Christmas photos prove it) ciao
I am worried every year that my kids will be disappointed, but somehow they completely forget their lists on Christmas morning and are happy with whatever they get. So far.
Poor Mandi.
Love the pout face :)
last year ellie sobbed on our rainy, almost balmy for december, christmas. just breaks your heart
and the pics are too cute. love the sad face.
oh my does every kid *forget* their november must have and insist they asked santa for a light saber (or "my melody" -the friend or sis of hello kitty, of course- stuffed animal? what?????? this is the FIRST i am hearing of the "fave and most important" gift from santa that i can find no where. dang kids. lol)