I needed to keep Christmas alive for my kids. Soon enough will be the too much questions and failing story lines to keep the Santa dreams going strong. I’m not ready to let go of the holiday time magic. Not yet. I need it. It’s my mommy heroin.
But mistakes are made when you are a parent. For instance, last week I scored the one gift my daughter wanted from Santa: the FROZEN 2 in 1 Ice Palace.
The plastic sucker hit $100 in price and I begged her to consider a doll house or any other thing that she’ll love for many more years. Like all the character items, I think they have a “playtime expiration date”. Those awesome (and I don’t just mean price wise) yet fleeting toys that because of the characters may last a year. If that.
This toy was placed in the trunk of my hubby’s car. It was put down and forgotten about….until….
Mom. What’s that?
My son found the toy.
“NOTHING! You see nothing!!”
Where’s my surprise?
“You…nothing….it’s not a surprise!!”
I fumble and lose my quick thinking. I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t for his sister or something equally not true that could possibly salvage this screw up.
We get home and I tell my hubby.
“We have to move the boxes into the garage or something. DON’T let me forget.”
But we forgot.
I take the girl to pick up her brother and as she climbs in the back, she sees a blue box…
MOM!!! MOM WHAT IS THA……?!?
I jump out and grab the tarp that we have in the back of our SUV. I cover up the box and spread it wide to keep it from sliding off.
“Those are Grandma’s boxes she forgot to pick up”. Technically not a total lie. She was going to store the toy for us.
But, yeah, I fucked up.
She’s crying now.
It’s not for me?? Nothing is for me??
There is so much ugly building up in me. I’M JUST NOT READY TO LET SANTA GO!! Not yet. No way.
Hours later, I got the toys out of the garage. I could cover them, mostly, with a black trash bag. It stood there with a hint of blue and pink teasing at the bottom. I can’t worry about that. I need to bandage this wound.
Shortly after my mini spy mission, we all plied into the SUV to head to a birthday party. The kids turned around to look in the back but there was nothing to see.
Mom, what happened? Where are the boxes?!?
My daughter is started to tear up again.
“Okay, guys. Here’s the deal. Yes, there was something back there. I’m not going to tell for who….”
“Maybe. Maybe not. It doesn’t matter now because the elves have already picked the boxes up.”
My son’s mouth is agape.
“Yup. The elves came. Dawn (our Elf On The Shelf) called them and told them I needed some help so they came while we were in the house. Now, you must wait until Christmas, as you should.”
My baby girl, no longer crying:
So, my presents. The elves has them? So, we will be surprised?
“So you will be surprised, yes….
Can you wait?”
They look at each other with a spark of disappointment. But yet…
We can wait!!