My daughter has always been
fairly concise and specific when it comes to making her Christmas lists.
A couple of years ago she decided
she wanted princess shoes after she spotted a five-pack of shoes at our grocery
store and fell in love. When I told her to ask Santa, she took it to heart.
Every time she saw Santa at the mall or wrote a letter, it was always a
request for princess shoes. Nothing more, nothing less. It was all she wanted.
Last year, she wanted a play
kitchen and a sailboat. No idea where the sailboat idea came from, but I was
happy to oblige with a little wooden one. She was the happiest little girl on
Christmas day, especially when she realized she had received so much more than
she had asked for.
I was so excited to start
shopping for her gifts this year because she always seems to know what she
wants and never goes crazy with a super long list asking for things we can’t
afford. Now she’s 4 and her lists only get even more entertaining and even
After visiting her aunt, who is
only five years older than her, she fell in love with a stuffed animal lamb she
had in her room. She cried when we left my mom’s house, wanting a lamb just
like that. I told her she could ask Santa for it, and that
sparked her Christmas list-making mood for this year.
I told her the elves were busy getting ready to send out the stuff from her first list.
When we got home she asked me to
help her write a letter to Santa. It went something like this:
Thank you for always bringing me
presents. This year, I would please like:
A medium lamb
A roller coaster
A giant Easter egg
She decorated the card and made
plans to send it to the North Pole while I made plans to change a
couple of those gift ideas.
“Honey, why do you want a giant
“So I can sleep in it,” she told
me as a matter of fact.
“Oh, well I don’t know if they
make eggs that big,” I told her. “Or roller coasters.”
“But Santa is magic, he can do
I began Googling for products
that resemble giant eggs and found a chair at IKEA that could pass. But really?
Was this something she REALLY wanted, or would this just take up space and
become a waste?
“Isn’t there some kind of game,
or dress-up activity you might like?” I encouraged.
“Oh I know!” She said. “I can ask
for an Elsa dress!”
Now we’re talking. A dress, I can
handle. She traded the dress for the
Easter egg idea, thank goodness.
A couple of weeks later, now
coming up on Christmas, my daughter explains how she’s changed her mind, and
decided all she wants is a stuffed Ariel doll for Christmas.