The Countdown

This is the first year Delaney has really understood – and looked forward to – Christmas. So she asks about it multiple times each day. “Mommy, when is Christmas? … So, let’s talk about Christmas. … Mommy, tell me again when Christmas is…”

And she regularly tries to negotiate EVERYTHING these days. So when I tell her that it’s 25 or 20 or however many days away it is each day, she’ll respond with, “How about 5 more days?” Christmas isn’t negotiable, my dear.

This is also the first year that we’re getting to use the power of Santa and hold it over her head to remind her to behave. She’s been particularly sassy this morning, so I told her that she had to be good if she wanted Santa to come on Christmas.

She asked me how he would know, and I told her that he will call me the day before Christmas to ask if she’s been listening, been respectful, picked up after herself, etc. She got very specific with her questions – when exactly would he call, what exactly would he ask about, etc. Basically, what all is on the line here if I’m not good?

I told her that he would call me on Christmas Eve to ask, and I would have to tell him the truth. I told her that I was worried that I’d have to tell him that she was being sassy and not listening and not making good choices. I said that I was worried her poor choices were going to mean that he wouldn’t come to visit.

So she said, “Okay, Mommy. Since Christmas is 18 days away, I will be really good on the 18th day, okay?” While she was pointing at the last ring in our daily Christmas countdown, she said, “So you don’t need to worry about it. I promise I will be so good on the 18th day so you can tell Santa to bring me a present.”

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