Some of you have asked how a puppy purchased on November 15th is going to count as a Christmas gift when the kiddies run down to look under the tree.
Well, I'll tell you how. We have an agreement and my daughters are going to learn to stick to it. There will be stockings and a few of their small requests, but there WILL NOT be a pile of "My Little Ponies" "Littlest Pet Shop" products or or "Bratz Doll Styling Heads" wrapped and ready to be forgotten at the bottom of the toy box.
Catherine still believes in Santa. So I told her that I contacted him and told him that her big gift was Buddy the Pug. She accepted it without argument. I'm hoping she is as understanding on Christmas morning. I think she will be. (Yeah, I'm delusional.)
I think too much crap under the tree is overkill and like I said, half the stuff they don't REALLY want anyway.
Which leads me to my next subject. My 9 year old daughter Meg and Santa. For about 3 years she has been told by classmates that there is no Santa. She has been desperately clinging to the idea and claims to still believe, although she cornered me the other night and asked me to tell her the truth. POINT BLANK. I told her I didn't know what to say. (I'm such a wise woman. Maybe I should write a parenting book.)
It was almost as if she wanted me to tell her he didn't exist. (Or maybe she wanted me to convince her he does... Who knows?)
Anyway, she went to sleep, but I know it's time to tell her. Any suggestions?
Oh and no, I'm not going to tell her Santa is dead. I just thought this picture was funny, in a sick sorta way.
If for some reason she goes on my blog today. I won't have to worry about how to tell her, now will I?