Ginger and I were up last night wrapping presents, and Oh. My. God. Did my curmudgeon pills wear off. Holy smokes, these kids may be single-handedly responsible for the economic turnaround, or at least they would be, if I didn't know that in fact, they aren't getting diddly compared to peers. My peers, their peers, I ain't sayin'.
Anyway, we're finding out that Ginger and I had really different Christmas experiences. At my house, we got one big Santa gift and maybe one or two small things in the stockings. Everything else was from family, and mostly from Mom and Bill. Opening anything before Christmas morning was absolutely utterly trigger-the-apocalypse unthinkable; not only that, we could only open one present before breakfast.
At Ginger's house, they got to open one present Christmas Eve. Most of their presents came from Santa, and only a few came from the parents.
You can start to see the disjoint here. The kids have been getting to open a present a day for the last few days. Most of their presents will come from Santa, and only a few from us. Ginger claims it helps them from being so overwhelmed on Christmas Day that they can pay more attention to the things they do get. I think that's about the same logic as doubling my lottery-winning-odds by buying two tickets instead of just one: mathematically it's true, but it's still a drop in the ocean.
Maybe it's just that I want some mad props for getting them the bestest thing in the whole wide world. Maybe I want them to understand that some things only happen in the fullness of time, and not to have them succumb to the trap of instant gratification.
Maybe I want their Christmas to be my Christmas.
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