45 days till the big day.
45 days till my children measure my love for them in tally's of brightly coloured boxes with shiny ribbon and bows.
45 days until....... CHRISTMAS!
Oh my kids will be loving and charitable. I get patted down for spare coinage when approaching the Salvation Army bell ringers, they always want to pick kids off of every angel tree we see in every mall we visit, and they always include gifts for HHH and me in their lists to Santa. I'm not worried about them really getting greedy, or stingy, or rude about the getting..... I am worried about what they are going to be seeing on TV, reading in the circulars, and hearing on the playground. I worry about the, "If you don't have the latest cyber robotic super mutant ninja monkey toy you're a complete goobwad slime ball." I worry about little girls teasing my daughter when she doesn't get the right color doll clothes, I ESPECIALLY worry about Rebecca being in middle school and not receiving the "right" gifts that will make her accepted by her peers. It sucks...... but it is a fact of life. I lived it, HHH lived it, my kids will have to live with it. It would be nice if the advertisers would ease up on the hard sell commercials and kind of push the peace, joy, and love part of the holidays, but I doubt that will happen any time soon.
I say again, in case you haven't realized it yet.....
45 days people!
GIRD YOUR LOINS!