I have an unofficial rule at my house. Ok, it’s an official rule. There is no decorating or celebrating the Christmas season in my house until after my birthday. My birthday hasn’t come yet.
That doesn’t seem to stop anyone else, however. Christmas is coming, and I have proof. It isn’t the Costco has had Christmas decorations up since the last week of August. It isn’t the Starbucks cup my husband graciously brought me a venti caramel macchiatto in preparation for the Northwestern game this afternoon. (Ok, so not the greatest picture – the wrapper is Christmas and there are snowflakes and reindeer on the cup.)
No, it would be what I’ve been living in my house daily for the past four days. Thank you, Mom.
Yes, every day since my mom was here on Tuesday, the wee ones have been going through toy catalogues that happened to come in the mail that day and marking the items they “really” want. It’s the first request when they get home from school. They go through the same catalogue over and over, checking and rechecking their favored items. Some get added, some get taken off, and some are merely reaffirmed. Again. And again.
On the plus side, I’m pretty sure that writing the letter to Santa is going to be easy for them this year. That letter? It won’t be written for a few more weeks, though. After all, I do have this rule in my house….