It’s three days before Christmas. And would you believe I haven’t done any Christmas shopping for my nieces and nephews yet? Not any shopping for gift-giving, yes. Later today, however, the moment I think I feel much better, I will be off to the bank to get some new, crisp bills, and then the market to buy some red envelopes where I can put the bills in.
As far as my nieces and nephews are concerned, getting cash as gift on Christmas is better than receiving new shorts or shoes that don't fit them. Makes sense to me, if you ask me.
The kids are not at home today. They are currently on vacation. Sounds funny, but they're on vacation from home, too. Right at the moment though, they're online, on Skype, and I can hear them making a ruckus at my in-laws' place. Next time I'll get to see them will be on Christmas Day itself. My husband and I will be traveling to my in-laws' to pay them a visit, too, and bring some of our homemade stuff.
But New Year's Eve is going to be a real family deal.
Now every Christmas, I ask the kids to write a Christmas wish list, maximum of three wishes only. Then again, even when there's three items in the list, I am to grant only two.
My daughter's wish list includes a) Diary of a Wimpy Kid, the yellow one; b) wristwatch; c) hankies. My eight-year old's has the following: a) book; b) wristwatch; c) a deck of playing cards. My youngest's list comprises of a) Diary of a Wimpy Kid, the violet one; b) pencils; c) wristwatch.
My reaction: I don't know really. Mixed feelings, if I must say so. Shaking my head, thinking there might be some sort of a connivance among the kids somewhere in here.
But really, a deck of playing cards?
Now yesterday, I saw my husband playing with a brand new deck. "What's that for?" I asked. "For Mark. He wants one for Christmas." Well, yes, a deck of playing cards is not tantamount to encouraging gambling in my household. No, not really. But a deck of playing cards? I guess that's one wish off my slumped shoulders now.
Now Diary of a Wimpy Kid?
Okay, so all of my kids love to read, and I am mighty proud of that fact. But Diary of a Wimpy Kid for my six-year old?
Nah, I'll probably just get him an illustrated version of King Arthur and The Knights of the Round Table, if ever I get my hands on one. Otherwise, it's another one of those classics my sister got him for his birthday that he finally found interesting.
