Last Christmas I was trying to be very unlike myself and get all my presents wrapped before Christmas Eve. Usually, I am up until 3am wrapping the Santa presents while watching one of my favorite Christmas movies, fire crackling in the background. This all sounds very quaint and oh so Christmasy but I pay for it on Christmas Day.
The kids come bounding in around 6 am, barely able to contain their excitement and my husband and I drag ourselves downstairs. I try to exude the same excitement as the two wide eyed munchkins race down the stairs. I even feign surprise at the presents Santa has delivered in the quiet of the night.
However, by 8am, the adrenaline and excitement fades and I’m crashed out on the couch with pure exhaustion. The measly three hours of sleep catches up with me.
So you see, last year I was determined to be one step ahead. To have those Santa presents wrapped so I could fully enjoy Christmas day and be just as wide eyed and excited as my children. Not to mention have the stamina to cook a nice Christmas dinner.
I did it. A full day before Christmas Eve, I had all the presents wrapped in their proper Santa paper. I was so proud of myself. I felt on top of things, organized, and prepared. Again, I felt so unlike me. It felt pretty darn good.
We were all packing our bags for our overnight trip to celebrate Christmas with family. We would be back late on Christmas Eve and all we would have to do is place the presents under the tree, fill those stockings that have been hung with care, and munch on some cookies and milk left out by the fireplace.
I was just basking in the glow of what would be a wonderful Christmas Day when…it happened. Just as we were loading our bags into the car, Big Brother innocently asks “Mom, who are the presents for that have the Santa wrap?”
I froze. Tears welled up in my eyes as my dreams of a peaceful Christmas Eve and well rested Christmas Day were shattered. I mumbled something about those presents being for somebody else and that we were giving them away.
Just like that, all my preparation for naught. Now? An extra trip to the store to buy different Santa wrap and hours spent awake on Christmas Eve re-wrapping all those beautifully wrapped presents.
What we won’t do to keep the magic alive.
It wasn’t so bad after all and I learned a good lesson…hide the presents better.
This year? Yes, I will try again and have these presents wrapped before Christmas Eve.
They will be carefully hidden in black trash bags at the back of our closet, hopefully out of sniffing range from our little Santa Wrap detective.
Where do you hide the presents? Do you use different wrapping paper for the Santa gifts?