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Cookies and Health Tip for Santa

24 Dec

When Santa arrives at our house, he’s in store for a plate full of cookies, a glass of eggnog and an important message about his health. Nia’s note to him features a thank you and a fit tip.

 

Um, Santa, I don't mean to be blunt but...

Hope he’s not too offended. We did provide (tempt?) him with ample cookies to sample:

And Nate’s note is full of thanks – without  any round reference:

To Santa, Love Santa

The kids even left reindeer food (oatmeal and glitter) on the front lawn. They wanted to leave cookies too but then something about weight was brought up again.

Now, where are those cookies?

Until the Magic Disappears

9 Dec

The other day I found myself wondering – if Andrew and I don’t buy presents for the kids on Christmas – will they be there anyway? What if we test it? What if the the big guy really does exist but since we take care of the gift buying, the wrapping and the placing under the tree (we even eat the jolly old elf’s cookies that kids made for him), maybe he just doesn’t show up because he’s not needed (and we ate half of his treats)? It could be true right? If you believe?

Yeah, I must be the parent of a six and three year old. Their undoubting belief in Santa is very powerful. Nia reminds me each day that the “Elf on the Shelf” is watching and that he flies messages to Santa. When I took the kids to see Santa at the mall this year, Nate ran up to him and jumped in his lap, wrapping his arms around him. He did it without hesitation. He did it with love in his heart and excitement for the wonder that Santa brings. I stood there with tears in my eyes. Adult strangers waiting in line for their child’s photo stood there with tears in their eyes.

Christmas 2009

Nate’s reaction did more than touch my heart though, it also broke it a little. Because I know – it’s all a lie. This is not the first time I’ve expressed my concerns about telling the tale. Many of us have our cherished memories of believing in Santa but then we also have our nightmare stories about how we all “found out.” We know how old we were. We know where we found out. We still feel the twinge of pain when we think about our terrible discovery. And then, we grow up and do it to our kids!

I suppose it’s because the moments like I just experienced with Nate far outweigh the moment of “finding out.” His happiness and love for the stranger hiding behind a white beard and red velvet suit made me want to believe again. (Plus, he was a really good Santa!) Part of me hopes to find a mysterious present under the tree for me – special delivery from the North Pole.

The Santa Charade

22 Dec

How far does it go?  How did our parents pull it off for as long as they did?  This is a hard lie to live.

It’s fairly simple for the first two years of life.  Heck, they can be right there as you load up the shopping cart with tons of toys/stuff that “Santa” is supposed to bring them.  They just sit there in their car seat buckets drooling or snoozing or, if they’re older, happily playing with that distraction toy/snack you brought with you.  They are none the wiser.  Then, they become aware.  Very.  Very. Aware.

Things change big time.  You now have to plan how you will divide and conquer the shopping while they are with you in the store.  A strategic placement of a coat or purse is necessary.  One parent must divert the child’s attention as the other loads up the cart or checks out.  Sure, one of you can go by yourself and knock it out easily but sometimes we’re just out together and it’s convenient. Well, sort of.

As if buying these presents that “Santa” is supposedly making with his elves up at the North Pole isn’t deceitful enough, we go and make it even more of a lie.

  • “Those are “Santa’s” helpers at the mall.  You tell them what you want and then they let “Santa” know.”
  • “‘Santa’ is watching you.”  (Sure, I guess technically, we are watching but it just doesn’t have the same impact on them if I say “Mommy is watching you.”  They’re like so?)
  • “Better be good or “Santa” will only bring you a lump of coal.”  (Like I’m really going to only give the kids lumps of coal – besides, I don’t even know where to find a lump.)

As I continue this charade, I’ve run into a few questions/quandaries:

  • How do you explain to kids why you need to remember those who are less fortunate by getting gifts for them too – why wouldn’t Santa just deliver them gifts too?  He seems like a pretty nice guy.  I really don’t think he wouldn’t get little Johnny a gift just because his mommy and daddy don’t make that much money.
  • Do kids really not notice that some things have price tags on it.  Santa’s workshop needs to make a buck too I guess.
  • I’m pretty sure Nia would notice that a few of her presents have the Best Buy logo on them.  Maybe Santa ran out of that movie he made and needed to swing buy the store to get more?
  • You even gotta remember to hide the wrapping paper.  Andrew caught that one.  He bought some on the sly and hid it so that all the “Santa” delivered gifts would be wrapped in that special paper.  The one problem with it is that I really can’t use the leftovers.  I know Nia would notice.  What would I say then?  Oh, Santa left me some extra paper.  Right, cause I got connections with Mr. Claus like that.
  • I’m pretty sure it’s not a good idea to pretend that you are Santa on the phone.  Andrew thought he was doing a good thing.  Nate really wanted to tell Santa something so Andrew went outside and I called his cell.  He disguised his voice really well – Nate bought it but not Nia.  When Andrew walked back into the room, Nia said, “Was that you daddy?  It was you with a silly voice.”  Andrew and I had to hide our faces and flat out lied.  No!  Why would daddy do that?

It’s all meant to make cherished memories, right?

Santa Needs to Make an Exchange

2 Dec

Barbie.  Check

Pink Nintendo DS.  Check.

Games (including the one with the princess) to go with the DS.  Check.

High School Musical DVD.  Reluctant, but check.

A few books, other Barbie doo-dahs and princess thing-a-ma-jigs. Check.

I thought we were covered.  Sure, she’ll see a commercial or a picture of a toy and tell us she wants it for Christmas, but we knew we could get away with skipping those “I wants.”

Christmas 2008

 Then, the kids visited this guy –

Of course she tells him she wants something we haven’t purchased.  Something she’s never even mentioned to us.  “A Tinkerbell doll with wings that flap.”

What?  The official request to Mr. Claus would be just fine if we weren’t already over-budget on Nia’s presents.

It looks like we’ll be trading in one want for another.  After all, that want wasn’t directly delivered to The Man.

At least we got Nate’s request right.  “A Thomas that goes chugga-chugga, peeeep-peeeeeep!”

He’s asked us for that exact thing two or three times a day for the past week.  Almost to verify that he will indeed be getting the “Thomas that goes chugga-chugga, peeeep-peeeeeep!”

Boy am I relieved that it is currently hiding out in a closet.

Successful Santa Visit!

3 Dec

The only tears that were shed were mine!

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