Saturday, December 6, 2008
Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy and other fantastic people.
We are not big believers of holiday characters in our house. As with most issues, we blame our parents. My mom has a great aversion to the Jolly Old Elf, and I caught my parents filling stockings when I was about five, so not much magic there. Dh's parents outed Kris Kringle when dh and his siblings deduced that Santa and God must be one and the same; he sees what you are doing, he wants you to be good, he can be everywhere at once... So we have never encouraged our kids to believe. But that doesn't mean we don't still play the parts, our kids just know. Recently we've had some funny quotes from our kids concerning the people of traditions. Thanks to the Dutch origins of my late mother-in-law, we celebrate St. Nicholas Day on December 6 -which is today! Last night our kids set their shoes outside their bedroom doors with carrots for St. Nicholas's horse. The usual gifts for this day include some chocolate and a small toy. But I asked dh to get the kids something extra this year. At about five o'clock in the morning we heard Ds's joyous yells as he peeked out into the hall, "Its my dream! Its my dream! Fig Newtons!" We heard a similar response from dd. All it took to make her holiday was a six-pack. Of Ramen Noodles. Next there is the Tooth Fairy. I tried to be a good fairy when both the kids started losing teeth last year. We are cheap and only give them a quarter, but I type up a teeny-tiny letter in a teeny-tiny envelope just big enough for a quarter. (Thanks, Lis, for this idea!) My kids love it and dd has even started a correspondence with the Tooth Fairy. The problem is, the Tooth Fairy is SO forgetful. The last time ds lost a tooth, he reminded me about it several times during the day. He placed the tooth in a one-gallon plastic bag and put it under his pillow. He led me into his room and showed me the tooth in the bag. Then he woke up screaming at one o'clock in the morning. "The Tooth Fairy didn't come!" he wailed. I raced to his room. "Don't you need to go potty?" I innocently asked. "Yes," he answered with a glare, "Maybe the Tooth Fairy will come while I'm going potty." Last is the list for Santa. Dd kept hers simple. "I've got enough stuff. All I want is books." Excellent. Ds is another story. His original list included Legos, an I-pod, and money. But last week he thought of another item he desperately wants; duct tape. "Why do you want duct tape?" I ask. "So I can tape pillows to myself and jump off of things" he patiently explained. Of course.