Every year about this time I ask my kids to write me out a Christmas "Wish" list. I always tell them that they will not get everything on the list, that they need to list both little and big things(as far as cost) and I will try my hardest to get at least a couple of the things they have written down.
Oh the memories of the different lists made through the years... It starts with me writing what "I think they need or want," then we enter the stage of them "telling me what they want and I write it down," next they "write it out themselves, but ask me how to spell every other word" and then you have now, where they go in their rooms, think about it and write me out a top ten list of their wants and desires. No problem, right?
Actually it isn't...usually. Through the years we have had wants of Beanie Babies, Thomas the Tank Engine, animal books, a football and even a few little cars for the stockings. I always had money left over for things I wanted them to have, like a new pair of jeans or a sweater. However, here lately I've noticed a new trend. The list is getting smaller and the desires of the young at heart is getting more expensive!!!
I was handed their lists the other day and wondered if I needed to take on a night job. what happened with being satisfied with a baby doll, a pair of gloves and an orange in your stocking? What happened to wanting something that cost less than fifty bucks? I miss shopping for those cute stuffed animals and trains.
Jordan handed me his list the other day and I about croaked...
A PlayStation 3
Games for whatever I get
Waterproof Hunting Boots
and something Nintendo
Hello!!! Do I look like I am made of money?! OK, I will be reasonable, for I know my son likes electronic games, he is on our PlayStation all the time. However, what does he need with all of them. In my way of thinking you can only play one at a time...
And I was the mom who said we would TRY to get something on your list. Hmmm... just doesn't compare to a matchbox car for 99 cents, does it?
Whoever said that babies were the most expensive stage, just plain lied.
I guess if there is any possibility of him getting ONE item off his list, I had better start saving the pennies. Days like this, I wish there really was a Santa...besides Dad.