Santa arrives at our mall this weekend and I’m not at all enthused to see him.
It’s not because he’s arriving mid-November and I think we should celebrate one holiday at a time(even though, yeah, I do think that).
But instead, it’s my boys’ Christmas lists that have me dreading Santa’s arrival. Or really, it’s just my oldest’s list that is giving me a headache. My other two have simple and short lists.
Santa has never really gone overboard at our house with Christmas gifts. Our kids have always been happy with whatever they found under the tree. They usually don’t need much and don’t even ask for much, either. So our Santa has stuck to whatever budget we have that year and make the best of it and everyone’s happy.
It’s not to say that I judge someone else’s Christmas, either. If there’s barely enough room in your house to contain all the gifts Santa brings, that’s totally up to you. I think it’s one of those parenting decisions that everyone has to make for themselves and we have to realize that someone else’s choices don’t affect us.
But this year, someone else’s Santa IS affecting my house and is making the jolly fat head elf be on my own personal naughty list.
My oldest has asked for one thing this Christmas. He wants a certain gaming system. And it’s more than we’d usually spend on him for Christmas(some years, it would be more than we’d spend on all three combined). Then again, it’s not like he’s asking for something that outrageous… Sigh.
He IS good kid. A practical kid, too.
I tried to appeal to his practical side, saying that well, even though he’s been so good this year, that’s a bigger gift than Santa usually brings and maybe it could be something he gets later on, especially if he saved up his birthday money and maybe had his grandparents go in on it.
He seemed a little let down, but understood. It broke my heart a little, but I am okay with the reality that I can’t just hand my kids everything they want. I wish I could, but well, at least he was understanding that maybe Santa wouldn’t be able to pull this one off.
Until one of his classmates at school told him that last year Santa brought him that same gaming system. So if Santa brought it to that classmate, he could bring one for my son. Especially since it’s pretty much a miracle that particular classmate wasn’t firmly and permanently on the naughty list.
So surely, Santa could bring my boy who is sure he’s on the nice list that same gift, right?
Last year, I worried that would be the final year that my oldest still believed in Santa. But his belief is still going strong.
I don’t want him to give up that magic.
And I certainly don’t want to destroy that magic by letting him know that what’s under the tree has nothing to do with whether you’ve been naughty or nice, but everything to do with what your own parents can afford.
He’s still so young- he doesn’t need to be concerned with budgets. He’s only 8(or soon to be 9, as he would tell you). He can worry about getting his homework done and what he’s going to do for his community service project and who is going to be on his basketball team this winter and if his brothers will ever give him a moment’s peace. But he doesn’t need to worry about anything bigger than that. There’s a time for that- it comes later, but not this young.
And on Christmas morning, he’ll have a roof over his head and food to eat. And we’ll all be together- what’s really important, anyway.
Maybe Santa won’t deliver exactly what he wants, and I know he’ll still like whatever he is given. But I’m still not in a Santa-loving mood right now.
Last Week’s Pour Your Heart Out Highlights
I’m Not a Runner from Wine in Mom: “I wanted to be able to shout to the world, ‘Hey I exercise, I stay in shape, I care about being healthy too.'”
Mia’s Sixteen Cents: The Parenting Lesson My Daughter Taught Me from Mommy of a Monster: “Mia reminded me to slow down, to be more present and enjoy the little things.”
Lessons from the Soccer Field from Redemption Diary: “I realized after that first game how afraid I’ve been all my life to disappoint others…and myself.”
Dear moms, I’m sorry for wanting to punch you in the neck from Beginner Beans: “Just like moms evolve from chaos to amnesia, sometimes we simply have blinders to other’s chaos. We don’t see their struggles or understand their situation.”
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