This is a post about how this Momma grinch stole Christmas.
Our big boys have lots of family nearby, which is a huge blessing. But it tends to get very busy during the holidays with all of the meals, transportation, and gift-giving. By the time we all sat down to exchange presents at our own home that first Christmas, it was almost 10pm. The boys were tired & gifted-out. It felt anti-climactic. On top of that, they were getting bombarded with blessings from every angle… mom, dad, step-parents, grandparents, even step-grandparents. After our first married holiday season, we decided our system needed an overhaul.
Somewhere along the way, I’d read about the idea of giving children three presents each for Christmas. I thought it was a neat way to teach the significance of the gifts from the magi at the birth of Jesus, while keeping a cap on expectations & budgets. We presented the idea to the boys, as I certainly didn’t want them to think I’d come into their family and taken over how much fun they were allowed to have on Christmas. Thankfully, they were totally into the concept!
The next year, each boy received two presents and their third was shared. It was a rather large & expensive item. They had so much fun opening it together that we decided to do the same thing again, and it’s just kind of stuck – two for each boy, and a big one to share.
Since we’ve made the switch, they’ve never looked back. They’ve always been enthusiastic and gracious. Nobody has complained or asked why there aren’t more presents under the tree. We try to really make it count by listening to them and getting them what they desire, as well as surprising them with things throughout the year. I promise, these boys don’t want for much.