I have always been a tabula rasa when it comes to children, since I never gave birth to or raised any. Heck, I’m still a kid myself, and hopefully always will be. I’ll be turning 60 in June next year, a real mind-blowing experience for a baby boomer babe.
When I married Buck almost 27 years ago, he had one toddler grandson. Now there are seven, with one great grand and another on the way.
These days, Christmas shopping is easy. All we need is money in the bank, a check book and a pen. Actually, that’s pretty nice, because the time saved from shopping has allowed us to send out personal Christmas cards for the first time in years. It feels good to reconnect with some special old friends and connect in a personal way with new ones.
Even a tabula rasa knows it’s a nice thing to have a little uncommitted money in one’s pocket. Nice for children; nice for adults. I vacariously enjoy the feeling they will have, with a little green largesse to spend on whatever they choose.
But I have to say, the shopping part in the old days was fun, too. We used to get detailed Christmas wish lists, mostly handwritten, some typed, from the little kids. I found some of the archived lists today, and smiled at the sweet-cute-funny lists.
Here, a sampling:
Complete Calvin and Hobbes comic book collection
Something cool for my room
Hilary Duff CD
Oriental Dress and Chopsticks
Star Wars blasters
Harry Potter wand
Harry Potter costume
Harry Potter firebolt
Dance Dance Revolution for PS2
Care Bear grumpy bear
White and red clothes
Hot pink nail polish
Snow cone machine
Ah, I feel a flush of nostalgia. It was fun to shop, wrap and watch the little guys open their presents.
But, it’s fun, too, to see the teens and post-teens eyes light up when they open a card that holds a check, and to hear them say “Yes!” No massive paper mountains to recycle, just hugs, with plenty of time to share fancy coffee drinks that we will invent together on Christmas Eve.