I hate it when I get a good idea for something to post about and then by the time I get around to posting, I've forgotten my good idea. I need to be more focused and organized in my posts. Maybe I'll work on that this weekend. Along with the hundred other things I have to do.
So, let's start with...Christmas. Probably not my favorite holiday. It's too stressful. Ever since I had kids, there's too much pressure. Gotta get the good presents. Gotta keep them happy. Gotta give my mother-in-law ideas for presents so she's the favorite grandma. I just can't take it. My son wants drums. And a guitar. And a mircophone. He's going to be a whole band by himself, apparently. But we have a small house with no place for a whole drum set. Plus, he's only five. This is, most likely, a passing fancy. So I found him a drum. One drum. But it comes with a harmonica and maracas, I think. That should satisfy what I think is his desire to make a lot of noise. Great.
The daughter is harder to shop for. You'd think a three year old girl would be easy. Dolls. Barbies. Stuffed animals. Easy. Not really. She won't tell me anything she wants. She has about twenty babies already. Again, small house, so not a lot of room for baby accessories. But I think that's what she is getting. I did get her another doll. And a Barbie car. And puzzles. Both kids like to do puzzles.
My husband is a total scrooge (meaning he's too tight to spend any money on gifts). He hates the whole idea of presents. He's not a shopper anyway. So I buy my own birthday gift if I feel like it. I also buy myself anything and everything I want for Christmas. It's an excuse to go shopping. Not like I go overboard. But it's always an excuse for new pajamas and slippers and warm fuzzy socks. Because I am hard on socks and slippers, I need new ones every year. I did buy nicer slippers this year (hard soles), so maybe they will last a little longer.
But, in the end, it boils down to the fact that we don't really *need* all this stuff. We do it because it's Christmas. It's what we're *supposed* to do. But that's not what Christmas is about. Didn't we learn anything from Charlie Brown?!