Santa’s Little Helper
She’s making her list, she’s checking it twice. It doesn’t really matter if she’s naughty or nice, Santa Claus is coming to town. In Pudding’s world, we’re gearing up for Christmas. Never mind that this is only September. Never mind that we’re moving from Spring to Summer here in the Southern Hemisphere. The last thing I feel is Christmassy. But that matters not at all to our heroine.
At the weekend she declared: “It’s Christmastime.” And that is all is takes. For once I’m glad that our belongings haven’t arrived from the US yet, because if she found the decorations, no doubt our house would resemble a grotto within minutes. Last year I got the tree up the week before Christmas, and that was plenty for me.
The thing is, Pudding is right about making these preparations. We now rely on Pouch mail services, which is sporadic at the best of times, and a nightmare leading up to the holiday season. A couple of weeks ago we were sent an email telling us that we should make sure we order everything in the next couple of weeks to be certain we’ll have it in time for Christmas. Oh dear, not going to happen.
At least Pudding is prepared. She has a very long list that she wants Santa to know about. I think she sensed our unease, and looked for other ways to reach the man in Lapland. She found it, in her grandparents. Pudding opens up Skype on the computer, and calls her grandparents, not minding such things as time zones. Here is a typical conversation:
Pudding: Hello, hello, hello? Hello….
Grandparent: Hi Pudding, is that you? Where’s your Mummy? [It is about 5 am here, lucky we love you]
Pudding:Hello….Hellooooo [Pudding will ignore any interruptions to her carefully planned monologue, these people are amateurs!]
Grandparent: Yes, hello to you too Pudding. [There you go, much better.]
Pudding: What’s Santa gonna buy for you? [A little pronoun reversal between family. Not to be interpreted as an interest in your Christmas wishes, oh no.]
Grandparent: Well, I don’t know, Pudding! Tell me, what is Santa going to bring for you? [Good, Grandparent, you're playing properly!]
Pudding: A toy Hello Kitty. A toy Abby Cadabby. Some clothes for Kelly doll. A buggy for Kelly doll. A high chair for Kelly doll. A pink castle. A Hello Kitty nightgown. A wand. A pinkalicious dress…..
In the same order, every time. It doesn’t matter which set of grandparents, she has determined that they have an ‘in’ with the jolly old fellow, and she is going to make the most of it. You may have noted that Santa buys presents, according to Pudding. She is unimpressed by my talk of elves and workshops. She wants nice new shiny things from toy shops. Preferably wrapped in pink.
Never one to miss a chance to exploit my girl’s wishes, I came up with a plan to help us suffer through this eternal Christmas countdown. We’re going to make a big list, and bedazzle the heck out of it with winter stickers (ooh, fine motor delights) and glitter glue and all kinds of things. When she earns a reward, she can add to her list. But here is the thing- she must add to it. She can use those infuriating kiddy scissors and paste a picture, or she can learn to write the new words, but that list will be her own work.
This year, Santa is managing car repairs and medical bills galore, he is going to make sure she earns everything on her list. He is going to have his work cut out getting all the way down here on his sleigh. Even if he does have a couple of sets of elves suckered in on either side of the Atlantic.