I might hate Santa
My kid just came down the stairs and said, "mom under your bed I think I just saw a box that had an Imaginext Bat Cave on it".
Crap.
Santa and I have had a bit of a love-hate relationship this year. Mostly, my kids love the big guy and I hate him. Let me be clear, I am not a Grinch. I love Christmas. I even spent a night this weekend driving my husband around town while he played Santa for the neighbor kids. I should love Santa. But I don't and I think it's because I am not very good at his job.
Playing Santa for my kids has never been my forte, but this year I am failing miserably at trying to uphold the illusion of his magic. This year, we have the challenge of Santa on a pretty tight budget which includes explaining to our oldest why she still doesn't get things on her list even though she deliberately picked "non-big ticket" items because she is wise to "our" Santa's rules about one expensive toy being the limit. We also have entered the territory of the "illusive" gift. My kids didn't want Zhu Zhu pets, but they did (all three!) ask Santa for Pillow Pets which we found out very quickly were just as hard to come by. How to explain that Santa (who MAKES the stupid things) didn't make them the toy they wanted most? I know, I could search all over the state and the internet for them, but I refuse to pay $200 for a $25 pillow because I can only find it on the toy black market.
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