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Santa Narrowly Escapes Unmasking

My sister said at one point, “You have to tell him.”

“No,” I said.

I’m going to tell him.”

“No!” I said. “Don’t you tell him!”

“But he’s going to be so upset when there’s no guitar under the Christmas tree.”

“There’s a guitar waiting under the Christmas tree for him at home. He just has to wait a little longer to be surprised.”

She looked like she was in physical pain. Her son is only four months old, so she can’t imagine depriving him of anything.

But it was grueling. All day long in the days leading up to Christmas, we listened to variations on a theme:

“I hope Santa brings me a guitar.”

“I sure hope Santa got my letter.”

“If I don’t get a guitar, I’m going to be so mad at Eddie, because he made me tell him my Christmas wish. Now if I don’t get it, it will be his fault.” (????)

“You know what I’m really hoping for?”

“Do you think Santa will go to our house, too, or just Half Moon Bay?”

Aaaggghhhhh …..!

Sure enough, the minute we walked into my sister’s house on Christmas morning he did a quick examination of objects under the tree, and said, “There’s no guitar.”

Tense silence.

“Maybe Santa brought me a guitar at our house.”


Do you have any idea how glad I am that I bought him that thing?!?! What kind of Chinese water torture would it be to listen to him pine for it endlessly? Even if I had decided NOT to get him a guitar, I think by now I would have run out to buy one.

Apparently, the boy must make music. Who are we to stand in his way?

Additional gift news:

I’m all fancy with my new cell phone from DH. People tell me it’s a RAZR, and I have to believe them, even though it doesn’t say anywhere on it that it’s a RAZR. Ha! Mine isn’t pink, literaticat, but it’s slim and snooty and bursting with technical doohickeys. I can take photos with it. I just haven’t figured out how to send them to myself. For now, they are tiny pixel pictures. And I can AIM now! Um … once I figure that out, too. Yes, I have been studying the manual. No, I don’t always understand it.


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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:42 pm (UTC)
Hahahaha . . . I'm looking forward to the post when you're trying to write, it's not even 6am yet, and your son is rocking out on his guitar.

Oh, and let me clear this up for you:

“If I don’t get a guitar, I’m going to be so mad at Eddie, because he made me tell him my Christmas wish. Now if I don’t get it, it will be his fault.” (????)

If you tell someone what you wished for, it's not supposed to come true. Therefore if Eddie weaseled it out of him and the guitar didn't arrive, Eddie would be responsible.
Dec. 29th, 2005 01:28 am (UTC)
The enthusiastic but untutored strumming is already driving me to drink.

Whew ... sounds like Eddie dodged a bullet.
Dec. 29th, 2005 12:58 am (UTC)
The manual is insane.

You have to have an AIM name in real life for the AIM to work on your phone. IF you don't know what I am talking about, google AIM and then do the free setup thingummy. And then add me.

Dec. 29th, 2005 01:30 am (UTC)
I have an AOL name, so I guess that's my AIM name. *feels hip*

Yay! Keep going. It's all there. You just have to tap it, like the syrup in a tree.

Or some metaphor that is less sticky.
Dec. 29th, 2005 01:40 am (UTC)
I got one too! A RAZR that is, not a guitar. I didn't know just just now when I asked my daughter what it was.

I don't know anything about e-mailing from it - but I do like taking photos! I had a very, very old cell phone before. Not even a voice mail box, so this is high tech stuff to me. I hardly ever use the thing though . . . it's more of a security blanket when I'm travelling.

My husband got our two phones and my daughters ROKR (a combination phone and MP3 player) for free with our new phone plan. She is having the time of her life with hers . . .

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