The boy got that Christmas equals going to Papa and Grandma's house. It means going to the store to suprise Grandma while working. It means, well, presents. I have no guilt in letting him believe that Santa exists. I help that belief along. I don't think that makes me a bad parent. He'll outgrow this soon enough. We don't get enough happy moments with him as it is. We'll take what we can get thank you. We did the whole she-bang Monday night since neither of us had Wed off. We had to drive home Tuesday and that was a crappy loverly experience.
The children did not want to go to bed Sunday night so we had to get creative. Ok, creative may be a stretch but with these kids creative can mean eating cheerios with pretzel stick chopsticks. It doesn't take much. The husband got them into the bedroom and as soon as the door shut, my dad and I ran all over getting the presents out of hiding spots. We rang the Christmas Bells by the front door and I yelled for them to come in there, they weren't going to believe this! Somehow my dad and I were able to convince them that Santa dropped everything off in the living room while we were in the kitchen getting coffee. They bought it. Whew.
They had a great time. We have yet another baby doll, some more Play-Doh, a LeapFrog plug in play computer (that the boy has managed to break already - at least I think it's broken). They got spoiled but this time, we got smart and decided to leave about 2/3 of the loot there. That way they have stuff to play with next time and I won't have to remember to pack anything. I forgot this time. Mother of the year here. Thank you, thank you.
All in all, it was a good holiday: 15 inches of snow, happy kids, healthy family, all home safe. Yep, it was good. How was yours?
The children did not want to go to bed Sunday night so we had to get creative. Ok, creative may be a stretch but with these kids creative can mean eating cheerios with pretzel stick chopsticks. It doesn't take much. The husband got them into the bedroom and as soon as the door shut, my dad and I ran all over getting the presents out of hiding spots. We rang the Christmas Bells by the front door and I yelled for them to come in there, they weren't going to believe this! Somehow my dad and I were able to convince them that Santa dropped everything off in the living room while we were in the kitchen getting coffee. They bought it. Whew.
They had a great time. We have yet another baby doll, some more Play-Doh, a LeapFrog plug in play computer (that the boy has managed to break already - at least I think it's broken). They got spoiled but this time, we got smart and decided to leave about 2/3 of the loot there. That way they have stuff to play with next time and I won't have to remember to pack anything. I forgot this time. Mother of the year here. Thank you, thank you.
All in all, it was a good holiday: 15 inches of snow, happy kids, healthy family, all home safe. Yep, it was good. How was yours?
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Two days after boycotting, I walked into a store, enjoying Xmas Musak and robotic reindeer and twinkly crap for the first time in my entire adult life. And there, all in a row, was every gift I never had to look for, for everybody I normally never buy for, and I bought 'em all, and went home all smug.
And what's wrong with pushing Santa?! You're a great Mom - and now you get to enjoy a bit of childhood magic all over again.
Just... ummm... well, you may pay for it when he DOES find out. Ky called me a LIAR! Who LIED to her! Her WHOLE! LIFE! She was SO! 'BARASSED! I was a BAD! MOTHER!
It's true. BE! PREPARED!
Happy New Year, though! :-D