I love catalogs, they’re ideal for dreaming. In fact, like many kids, one of my favorite things about the holidays was receiving the mass of cataogs in the mail between Halloween and the winter holidays and circling the items I wanted. I still do this now. (Though now I also leave the catalog open to the page of the circled item on the Huz’ side of the bed with a neon Post-it labeled “hint hint” and an arrow pointing.)
Knowing just how busy this time of year is, the catalogs have become the ultimate distraction for Big and Middle. They comb them with their color-coded pens and circle their faves, including a few pink circles for Little. While Ibreastfeed/make dinner/do laundry/sweep/plan our Disney vacation/blog they’re sitting at the kitchen table, circling.
Of course, again and again, I remind them they are compiling a list of wishes, not automatic gifts.
As for a Letter to Santa, well, we firmly believe that Santa has gone high-tech. Afterall, if he can give people computers, he certainly must own an extra. And most definitely that computer has high-speed internet. And just incase proof of that should become necessary, every now and and again I receive e-mails from Mrs. Claus and a few tech-savvy elves.
So we create wishlists on Amazon. Santa is very friendly with the Amazonians. He even has a few elves moonlighting over there. We recomb the catalogs, making sure our circles match the correct suggested ages (or sort of) and then they all get entered onto each child’s wish lists. Or sort of. You do remember that a wish list is only a wish list, and not a get list. Well, a wish list is only a wish list for a wish list. And the actual get list is quite a bit smaller.
So, the lists, which will be added to until the catalogs stop arriving in our mailbox:
Little’s wish List
Middle’s Wish List
Big’s Wish List
And a little list we call Bigdle’s List
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