As a child I knew that the holiday season started as soon as the toy magazines would arrive in the mail. Back then it was mostly Toys R Us, Kmart, Sears (back when they used to sell a TON of toys…yeah I know, I’m dating myself with that one). But as soon as they were in our mailbox my brother and I would negotiate which one we would look at first and the rotate until we both had made it through all of them.
After the initial looksie I began the methodical process of deciding which toys to circle and which pages to dog ear so that I would not forget to put it on my Christmas List.
Once on the list, I would put stars next to the items that I definitely didn’t want my parents to miss. A Christmas list is serious business people!
C’mon, you know you did the same thing!
The thing is. My children…they don’t!!
Okay, so I may have taken it to extremes but I had several years to build up to that extremeness.
My boys didn’t even know what to ask Santa for this past weekend.
I mean to the point of running around the house chanting “I don’t know what to ask Santa for” over and over again.
I had to get into the car with Big T (8) and Sweet Pea (5) on the morning of the day we were going to go see Santa and take them to the toy store so they could see what is out there.
Did anyone else have to do that? No? Just me? Thought so!
I’m either doing something really wrong or really right as their mother.
What kid doesn’t know what toy they want for Christmas?