With Christmas still a month away, I’ve been resisting my daughter’s requests to put up our decorations this weekend.
The festive season doesn’t start until December, I tell her. No matter how many “Buy One Get One Free” or “3 for 2” offers we see, now is not the time to buy crackers, tinsel or wrapping paper,
In any case, we already have lots of Christmas decorations stashed away in the cellar. Once we’ve turned our kitchen calendar to its final page, I will bring them back upstairs. When I do, there will be plenty to go around.
Then, at the zoo today, she suggests we buy a plastic reindeer. We really do not need another reindeer. There are whole herds of them in this house, in various shapes and forms. We have more reindeer than Santa:
- a large cuddly one with light-up antlers the colour of traffic lights
- a small plush that looks like it’s leapt out of a Babycham advert
- a Playmobil team of reindeer, complete with sleigh and Santa
- a bristly creature made of bundles of sticks
- a family of small straw reindeer that stowed away in our IKEA trolley
How many reindeer does a girl need, for goodness sake?
But then again, for how many more Christmases will my only child be treasuring these childhood trappings of Christmas?
This morning she had a playdate with a friend. Together they retreated to the playroom and all fell uncharacteristically quiet. I asked her afterwards what games they had been playing.
“Oh, we didn’t really play,” she replied vaguely. “We just sat around and talked for a long time. And we flicked through the Argos book to look at Christmas presents. She’s getting an iPod touch.”
With a twinge of melancholy, I recognised that this will be her last Christmas in single figures. Then we’ll be on a slippery slope to the teenage years, when her wish-list is more likely to be clothes and make-up rather than cuddly toys and games. Playdates will be supplanted by sessions experimenting with make-up and biro tattoos of boys’ initials.
That is of course as it should be. If she’s still requesting cuddly toys when she’s fifteen, I shall be worried. But I’m in no hurry.
And so on this afternoon’s trip to the zoo, I find myself positively encouraging her to bring home yet another a small plastic reindeer.
After all, it is nearly Christmas.
If you liked that post, you might like this one about My Best Childhood Christmas Memories.