Thursday, November, 17, 2005
Making a list
It’s not even Thanksgiving yet and already, Christmas is everywhere. It’s pretty bad when you take a 7-year-old into a store and she notices and fusses about it. Gremlin wants to have Thanksgiving first!
Thanksgiving is always special at our house — lots of relatives gather and most importantly this year to the 7-year-old and the 9-year-old — 9-year-old Emily is coming! Never mind that her mom, dad and two brothers are coming; along with assorted other uncles and friends.
Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday, so I was really pleased when the Gremlin was commenting on the early Christmas stuff and asking “why don’t they wait until after Thanksgiving?”
My sentiments exactly!
My granddaughters may love Thanksgiving, but that’s not stopping the “wish lists.”
I don’t know which one is the worst — the 9-year-old who won’t tell us anything definite or the 7-year-old who wants every stuffed animal she sees advertised
Their dad called from South Dakota this weekend and asked for a list — the Gremlin went first and I truly wish I could have watched her dad’s face as she listed “Rescued Puppy” “Pound Puppy” “Cold Nose Puppy” and so on. I believe she listed around seven or so different stuffed puppies (we only have two “real” dogs at our house — I guess that’s not enough).
Dad apparently went to sleep during the recitation, but eventually, she turned the phone over to the 9-year-old. Her list was totally different — “I don’t know yet.”
Their other grandmother lives in California and she sent me an email a week or so back requesting sizes and a list also.
Sizes are easy — but the list — whew!
The Gremlin will wear anything purple and not much that isn’t. The 9-year-old only wants clothes that college girls will wear. She’s even taking to wearing false fingernails — she looks so silly playing in the mud in these long, blood-red nails.
It’s fairly easy getting Christmas presents for the little ones — it’s the big ones that are hard.
Our 30-year-old son has everything — so does our 34-year-old daughter.
I don’t even like to think about “Pop” or my brothers.
• I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about Christine this Christmas.
Christine is all but family and lost everything to Hurricane Katrina — even Gramma, who died just a few weeks after.
It’s hard to think of things to get people who have practically everything they need and want.
It’s harder when you think of someone who has nothing...
Seven days to Thanksgiving — 37 days to Christmas!
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