It might be only October, but already in this house I have small people poring over the Argos catalogue and putting rings round everything they like and then doing their ‘bestest’ letter writing to Santa.
(That’ll be just about everything in there, then.)
At least they’re at an age where they’re happy with anything really, as long as it involves having shiny paper to rip off on Christmas morning.
The 5 year old the most, as when asked what he would like for Christmas, answers with “a present, please.”
The 9 year old however hears about all kind of new fangled, magical things via the wonders of the school playground.
“An X Box, a mobile phone, a racer bike, and a PS3, please.”
Um, that’s a lot of paper rounds then, son. Better start on them now and you might be able to have all that by the time you’re out of your teens, then. :-)
No, he’s alright really, and is happy with his lot.
What I can’t be doing with is the Must Have Christmas Toy Lists that the shops trot out every year.
Apparently every child NEEDS some bog awful looking doll like a Cabbage Patch Doll, just because the big toy shops SAY SO.
Says who? The people in the shop because they know if they create enough fuss and hoo ha over them, they’ll have hordes of parents scrapping over the last few a couple of weeks before Christmas?
How about letting the child choose what they want from Santa without being told what’s the next big thing?!
I don’t want to be told what is the thing to be buying, and that I should be mad panic buying a wind up hamster or something.
I don’t do mad panic buying at the shops very well.
I end up looking like a mad relative of Worzel Gummidge, just minus a spare change of head when I can feel mine about to explode.
Some nice calm things like this in the stocking instead:
a nice juicy satsuma
some chocolate coins
then a bit of this in mine:
Merry HicMas. :-)