Today we spent the day at the tree farm – (which historically has proven to be quite detrimental to our marriage.) After a day that went off without a hitch, we headed home.
Thrilled that we were all still on speaking terms, and home at an acceptable hour, I threw the kids’ wet clothes in the wash, made some hot chocolate and set them up to write their letters to Santa.
“Ugghh….do we have to?” Michael moaned.
“What do you mean??” Don’t you want to tell Santa what you want?” I demanded.
“Well – I don’t really know what I want….” he whined.
I told both kids to work on their lists, and I ran out to the store.
When I came back this is what Sam had completed:
I know what you are thinking…..”She must spoil her kids….they have everything….that’s why they don’t want anything…”
Michael and Sam do have lots of relatives who spoil them for their birthdays and Christmas.
However, Mr. Gaga and I don’t buy them ONE toy EVER unless it’s their birthday or Christmas. So it’s not as though the opportunity to create a wish list comes around too often….
“What is wrong with you guys? You don’t want anything?”
“I want some stuff… I just forget what….” Sam answered. “Me too.” Michael chimed in.
Who the hell FORGETS what they want for Christmas??
I remember during Saturday mornings cartoons watching each toy commercial longingly. It would be an arduous process to narrow down my list to 3 items because there would be so many things that I desperately needed!
The following year – I was dying for a “Cabbage Patch preemie” and the year after that, a Koosa.
One year I requested a baby doll that could drink a fake orange juice and milk bottle and then wet her diaper. I could not wait for Christmas morning to find that baby under the tree and change its diaper. I named her Carol because she was born on Christmas (obvi).
I would stay up nights dreaming of running down the stairs to find these toys.
Every single year I would worry about if I was good or bad, if Santa was watching when I had done particularly bad things, and if the elves would know how to make what I was requesting.
My kids don’t worry about a goddamn thing.
On top of the fact that they don’t seem to worry about their wretched behavior – I realized that because they actually don’t ever watch a commercial – they have no clue what to ask for.
When they finally compiled their lists – they included ipad minis, ipod touches, Itunes cards and a $1200 drum set.
“Um doesn’t anyone want like a basketball or a book or something?” I asked perusing the list.
Nope. They just want everything that Steve Jobs ever invented.
They are 6 and 8.
What happened to little boys, like my brother, that just wanted this:
Look at the joy radiating from his cute little face!
Now look at these brats….
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