Christmas is almost upon us. Part of me is glad and part of me is sad. I plan for the best presents and I take pride in seeing the expressions on the kids' and hubby's face when they open their presents Christmas morning. No socks and underwear from me. No way. No how. I've also been one to over spend, with presents stacking literally as tall as the tree. Something I started when my first born was just a toddler. Back then, it was just her and I and we had to get a three bedroom just so we could fit the rest of her toys-no lie.
These days, we've added five more people to our family and though the stack of presents are large, I can no longer fulfill my kids expectations of a zillion presents per child. So alas, it's makes me sad and guilty on Christmas day.
I don't think the other kids are too disappointed-at least they don't show it to me. But Emily, she scares me. She's put in her order months ago and expects everything that she asked for to be under the tree.
Have you met her?

You would be scared too. Fortunately, she still believes in Santa and I feel sorry for that guy. Luckily, he's left the mall by Christmas so she won't be able to go there and kick him in the shin the day after.
I'm a bit worried though, because the other day we were talking about Santa not bringing her any presents if she didn't go clean her room. She started stomping her way to her room when she suddenly stopped and turned around. She squinted her eyes and twisted her lip and asked, "If Santa brings our presents, then why are they already under the tree AND I saw you wrapping some?"
I started to sweat. The thought of her knowing that I was Santa horrified me. This little girl can get mean when she wants to and I wasn't taking the blame for her not getting that Build-a-Bear gift card she wanted.
I quickly replied, "Because he is so busy with all the kids to deliver to, he asked me to help store some presents under our tree and he'd be here to stuff your stockings on Christmas morning."
I held my breath and nervously waited for her response. She cocked her right eyebrow and thought a moment. She finally grumbled, "Fine. I'll go clean my room."
After she left, I let out my breath and wiped my brow.
THAT was a close one.