Tomorrow, a friend is taking me shopping. So today, I had the kids sit down to write out their Christmas wish list for Santa, so that I can post it off while I’m out tomorrow, and they can get a reply back from Australia Post… oh, I mean, from Santa…
For nearly a year now, Master Just Turned Four has wanted a Playstation, to replace the very old one we once owned. Recently, Master seven has decided he wants an XBox.
Can you see where this is going? Ugh…
So the husband and I discussed the issue and decided that the XBox could wait until they were older, given that at least one of the games M7 wants needs to be played online with the XBox, where we have no control over what he does or who he talks to. The games that M7 wants can be found either on the computer, or the Wii, or the newly bought PS3, so we have decided that he can suck up not having the console of his choice.
Of course, I also decided to tell him today that he can’t have an XBox, so don’t bother asking Santa for one. It didn’t end well.
I made this decision because I would rather he get used to the idea now, rather than be bitterly disappointed on Christmas Day. He is getting all the games he wants, so I think he’ll be rather pleased week after next, if he can get over the whole XBox thing.
He also wants a yellow rubber duck that squeaks. ??? I’ll be looking for one tomorrow.
So the whole letter writing thing didn’t go as well as I had hoped. I’m not sure if this is to be expected or not, as I knew from a young age to just suck up what presents you received otherwise you would find yourself not receiving any at all. One of M7’s complaints today was that he wasn’t asking for much. Which is true I guess. His list is rather sparse when it comes to numbers, even if not in cost. Cost of course, is something he really has no concept of just yet.
I’m a little disappointed that this couldn’t be one of those “daww” moments that you remember having with your children in future years. One of those special traditions to be cherished. Poor M4 really didn’t have much of a concept of what we were doing, given his list consisted not only of the aforementioned PlayStation, but also of “a green Santa Claus” and “a blue toy like a bag”. He also wants a green Astro Boy. Not sure how to pull THAT one off!!!
Hopefully such traditions get a little easier as they get older. Not to mention happier. Nonetheless, I still cherish this time with my children. For they are my children, regardless, and this is time I have spent with them.
Perhaps too, by the time the letter from Santa arrives, all misery will have been forgotten 🙂 A mother can only hope!