This week, the familiar flood of holiday toy catalogs found its way to my mailbox, just in time for the festive season. In the past, my children would snuggle up beside me, eagerly marking their desired gifts with black markers or cutting out pictures of the toys that captured their imaginations. Their excitement would culminate in a neatly addressed envelope to Santa Claus, filled with their hopes for Christmas morning.
However, this year is different; my little ones have grown up. The glossy catalogs showcasing everything from race cars to plush superheroes will be unceremoniously recycled, their contents never to be daydreamed over by small boys. It’s a bittersweet moment for me. The days of being Santa seem to have vanished, and I find myself grappling with this change much faster than I anticipated.
To cope, I might need a spiked eggnog or, better yet, a grandchild—either would help ease the transition. Now, instead of searching for the latest action figures or Lego sets, my shopping list includes items I can’t find in the toy aisles. This year, I’ll be on a quest for an ice cooler with a name reminiscent of Bigfoot, designed for those who camp for weeks on end. Is anyone really going camping that long?
And instead of toys, I’ll be browsing the grooming aisle for male headbands and various scents of body cologne. How many different types of AXE spray are necessary? I even suggested upgrading their outdated gaming console, only to receive a dismissive, “Nah, we’re good,” in response. What?! I should be pleased they’re not glued to their screens, but it’s a stark reminder that childhood is fleeting, and the days of them engrossed in building castles in Minecraft have passed.
Part of me is relieved to leave behind the chaotic Christmas Eve of assembling toys and the frantic battery runs. The incessant noise of beeping and honking toys will not be missed, nor will the frantic searches for missing pieces. However, I’ll deeply miss the joy radiating from my children on Christmas morning, their faces lighting up as they tore through wrapping paper to discover what Santa had left for them. The thrill of watching them play with their new toys all day, insisting on bringing them to Grandma’s house, will be a cherished memory.
Yet, the holidays with older kids do have their advantages. I enjoy not being jolted awake at 4:30 a.m. by overzealous children. I appreciate having teenagers who can drive and run errands, and who I can trust with my debit card and a shopping list for gifts. The holiday season feels calmer and more serene without the constant questioning of “How many days until Santa comes?”
In these next few years, I’ll embrace the quiet coziness of having tweens and teens, opting for cash-filled stockings and gifting experiences rather than toys. There’s no guilt in savoring this more relaxed holiday environment.
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In summary, while the transition from a toy-filled Christmas to a more mature celebration can be challenging, it also brings new opportunities for connection and joy. Embracing this new phase allows for a quieter, more meaningful holiday season with loved ones.