And So It Begins

We have not even reached Labor Day weekend and my son is already discussing his Christmas list.  Yes, the proverbial long, long list of his deepest materialistic desires.  I am not surprised by this.  However, I do think that by Thanksgiving my husband and I will be turning a deaf ear to the recitation of the list. 

First, the iPod.  It seems like every kid who can say the phrase iPod has one.  I don’t think our son knows about the different versions available, so the least expensive one will be our goal.  Then, of course, is the music to go on the iPod.  He walks around the house with a list of songs he has carefully printed on a piece of sturdy cardboard (so as not to disintegrate by Christmas, I presume).  I have no idea who these songs are by, but I suspect that each song comes from a different CD.  This leads me to believe that at least 15 CDS will be required to amass the desired songs.  Or, we’ll just pay to download them.  Either way, I can see the dollar signs ca-chinging in my head.

Next is a tennis racket.  Again, when did our son become so interested in tennis?  We haven’t heard a peep about tennis all summer, except that he plays it occasionally at camp and wants to participate in the tennis clinic next year.  Of course, some of the allure of these sports and activities are the so-called accoutrements that accompany them.  Tennis sneakers, tennis shorts, wristbands, etc.  I can’t imagine he’ll overlook these accessories.

As of now, he hasn’t focused on too many other things.  We did hear him mention snow boots (which he was offered last year and declined, which led us to having to buy him hiking boots).  Clothes have been mentioned, as well as a zillion versions of Converse sneakers, and sneakers in general.  DVDs have been thrown into the mix as well. 

The thing of it is, we don’t mind “Santa” getting him these things.  Most of them are attainable and within “Santa’s” means.  It’s just that as parents we have to hear about this for more than four months, leading to parental fatigue.  We’re not sure if he still believes in Santa, but I do know that if Santa is around, it would be helpful for him to stop by once a month in September, October, November, and December so that our son could chat him up and update “the list.”  If this happened, then I’d really believe in the miracle of Christmas.

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One Response to And So It Begins

  1. Karen Lynch-Schirra says:

    SO glad that my days of being a parent with young children are over, as it pertains to this segment of parenthood. It would last for months, starting with the arrival of the Sears and J.C. Penny catalogues. Then, the commercials, followed by my children’s playmates talking about what they wanted, which only gave my children more ideas to add to the “wish list.” I DO miss the wonderment in their eyes and all that goes with it. Christmas, in particular, is the holiday for the youngest of children. Now, I enjoy seeing my grandchildren’s enthusiam and help their parents trying to find those particular super-popular items that often require numerous trips to all the stores to see if any of the items just might still be available.

    As annoying as the often relentlessness of a child’s wishes and turned-down pages in a catalogue with the certain product circled in a bright color to bring even more attention to it or “rated” as to the desire level with the “star system,” DO enjoy this time, with the moths flying out from the wallet, as this time is too short-lived. Once it has passed, it is not the same. So, enjoy a glass of wine, take a headache pain reliever, and breathe. You’ll get through it and have about nine months, if you are lucky, until the process begins yet again.

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