Five years into this career of motherhood and I'm just now stricken by my Christmas Eve assignment.
I stood in front of the tree, forest floor bursting with presents from us and other family. All stocked carefully after the kids were asleep in bed. Feeling so fulfilled for Santa Clause success. This is my job now. I'm a dream maker, imagination seeder. I toil to bring smiles and joy to the lives of my little people.
Role: The mother is responsible for making everyone in the family spend time together on Christmas Eve and deterring them from just playing video games by themselves in their rooms. The mother is also responsible for initiating cookie baking.
* Meal planner
* Cookie maker
* Gift shopper
* Present wrapper
* Primary nagger
* Owner of the tradition
* Santa Claus
Knowledge Skills and Abilities:
* Knowledge of Christmas light locations and driving routes.
* Experience with reciting and singing carols
* Experience with gingerbread men and stories
* Ability to untangle light strings and the patience to find the damn burnt one
* Ability to stage cookies by the fire place with a bite out of them and just enough crumbs on the plate, next to a drunken glass of milk.
The tree packed with boxes hiding treasures. A scene that still gives me glee in anticipation, but now also induces other parental emotions. What's inside those boxes means less than what smiles my kids make. Those smiles will be the real presents.
It's all about them now.
and when they have children, it will all be about them.
I really believe Santa Claus is out there, watching out for his kids, ensuring their Christmas wishes come true. And here's why.