I learned a couple of interesting things this Christmas and share them with you in the spirit of … well, sharing:
- An eleven year old boy’s wavering belief in Santa will be extended by at least one year if Santa brings him something his mother has vowed, many times, on her grave, to never, ever let come into her house. Despite much wailing and gnashing of young teeth, it has — until this Christmas — been a nintendo (ds lite in this case) free zone in our house. (Why, you ask? Because I hate the way perfectly normal children look hunched over the damned thing, the way they can’t hear me say, it’s time for dinner and because I feared, for a while anyway, they might not ever discover how great reading is if they spent all their time hunched over the game thing.) So, knowing what a hardass their mother is on this subject, my boys are now utterly certain Santa exists, because I would never allow any real human being to put something like that in their stockings, much less do it myself. Man, do they love this gift. As for me — who am I to argue with the man in the red suit, who knows that children, like adults, could use a little escape via super mario kart, which doesn’t, as far as I can see, involve killing a thing and does not keep them from dinner, as long as dinner is something yummy, which is what it should be anyway.
- My 76 year old mother loves the nintendo. In particular, she was quite proud of the fact that her brain age is way, way younger than mine. Too proud, I’d say, if I wasn’t trying to forget that my brain age is about 136. She’s thinner than I am too. (We need not go into the issues around that, not this time of year anyway.) She also kicked my butt at quiddler, a word card game I loved until I lost. (Actually, she beat me by a mere three points, although listening to her you’d think it was three thousand.)
- My mother is way, way bossier than I am (which my children found very amusing and sort of stunning at the same time). She also has a killer instinct when it comes to games. But I still loved having her for the week. She really keeps things in line and she never forgot to administer the antibiotics that boy number three needed to take to get rid of a sinus infection. Plus, she’s fundamentally easy going (except when there are cards or a stylus in her hand), having seen it all in her time. And she loves my boys, and is nice to my husband. She’s never even tried to boss him around.
- Book stacks? Huge hit. In particular, when nintendo playing got old, the bookstacks were right there, and actually dipped into by children who were tired of going round and round the track with mario.
- Those little stylus things? Very easy to lose. Good thing Santa gave us, like, sixty million extras.
Hope it was a great holiday for all of you.