Warning: Santa Spoiler – If your kids are reading over your shoulder, click away . . . CLICK AWAY NOW (and come back later).
I was finishing up the wrapping of gifts the other night. When I was done I went downstairs to the secret stash area, as in, the basement/office, to assess and organize. I wanted all “Santa Gifts” to be in one area, and all of the gifts from “Mommy and Daddy” to be in another for purposes of ease of distribution come Christmas Eve.
But when I separated the gifts out into their consecutive piles, I noticed a pattern. While they were roughly equal in quantity (two or three from Santa, and two or three from us), I cannot say as much for the quality when viewed from my children’s perspectives. It seemed that I had subconsciously labeled all of the books and more practical gifts (read: underwear and socks) as gifts from Santa, while the more fun stuff was clearly from, well, me. And maybe it wasn’t so subconscious. I suppose I can recall a few instances when wrapping where I specifically thought to myself, “Oh, he’s really gonna like that – that should be from Daddy and me . . .”
I mean, I can’t let Santa take credit for all of the awesome gift giving when I’m the one who made the gift selections, right?
I still switched some labels around and reorganized, giving “Santa” the majority of the “good stuff.” I remember when I was growing up that Santa was the bringer of decadence. The gifts from Santa on Christmas morning were clearly chosen based on Wow-Factor, and they never failed. They were big and they were in mass quantity. I marvel now that my parents were able to stand by and watch the man in red get all the credit for their hard labor. I suppose they knew that years later we would put it all together and know it was them all along, but still. I suppose joy is joy when it comes to watching your children rip through papers and packages.
But I’d better not hear anything about how great Santa’s gifts are and how lame/suckey/boring Mommy’s gifts are. I just don’t know that I’d be able to contain myself.