The New Tradition
The deals were made a few weeks ago. One hour of negotiations left us all feeling fairly clear on the outcome with the usual caveats written in. Now all I had to do was wait.
Well, not actually wait. More like get on with my life, acting as if nothing was brewing, ignoring the anticipation of the upcoming event.
While everyone else around me bounces around excitedly on the balls of their feet waiting for their turn, I merely yawn, bored with it already.
Black Friday and the big sales were of little interest to me because they would offer no relief, because the price tags on the gifts my sons want for Christmas stayed right where they were – the product of a little thing called supply and demand…or simply demand.
In the past few years, surprising them with things I thought were cool – clothes, electronics, games – all met with the same fate of disappearing or being shoved under the bed or a stack of clothes, days after Christmas. Not that they weren’t cool (I thought they were, anyway). The gifts were not what they really wanted or held their interest at the time. So I’ve learned to back off, with their Christmas list in hand.
The holiday seems to have gotten so much like our Christmas tree – cut and dry. As the boys have matured, so have their taste in gifts. They don’t want to mess with other people’s ideas of their happiness and I finally learned to respect that. It saves us all time and frustration. It’s easier knowing exactly what I’ll be purchasing when the time comes for me to do the deed. I’ll go to one or two stores, visit one or two websites and I’m done. No wandering aisles, no wasting gas driving around town. It’ll be a slam dunk and we all win.
Not much fun in that, I know, but I’ll still find the pleasure in the little things. Like decorating the house and the tree, finding and sampling a new holiday cocktail, treating myself to a few gifts. We will definitely get together with friends. Maybe I’ll even bake cookies (HA! I say that EVERY year and it’s always an epic failure, but it’s now tradition to at least make an attempt).
I know the boys and I don’t see eye-to-eye on the whole holiday/giving thanks deal, so I’ll let this run its course. Maybe someday the grip of the commercialism of this holiday will loosen enough for them to think of others and to give more than to receive.
Oh, I’ll still sneak in a few unexpected gifts for the boys under the tree, because I’ll never tire of trying to surprise them.
What about you? Is Christmas still a surprise gift-fest? Is the list that you carry around born from your hand or from the guidance of others? Do you have shopping down to a science or is browsing still part of the magic?