First off, let me say that we are not very religious. Okay, we are not religious at all. Christmas always has been, and continues to be mainly about getting and receiving gifts in my family. It is a time to tell your loved ones how important they are and to try to make them happy by picking out the perfect gift. I know that this post is all about the commercialism of Christmas, and not about the true meaning of Christmas at all. You don't have to tell me - I KNOW.
My mother loves buying stuff for Christmas. She always has. When I was a kid, we didn't have much money, but we always had a great Christmas. ALWAYS. You might not have gotten exactly what you wanted, but you got lots and lots of stuff. And on years when my mother couldn't afford much, she would enter our family in one of those programs where a local business would "adopt" our family and buy us gifts. We always had an amazing Christmas.
As an adult, I still love Christmas. Except now I love buying gifts for my own babies, instead of receiving them. The problem stems from the fact that I am having a hard time reining myself in. I want to buy my kids lots of stuff - just like my mother used to when I was growing up. Every time I go to the store, I see something that Porgie would love for Christmas, so I purchase it. But then I don't want Porgie to have more than Izzy, so I go back and buy Izzy something. Rinse and repeat.
My kids already have enough toys for Christmas, and I know that my family will be sending then even more stuff, yet I am constantly wanting to buy just one more thing. I guess I just want them to have a magical Christmas - the Christmas that I remember from my childhood. Yet at the same time, I don't want to break the bank buying gifts. I mean, let's be realistic - they won't even remember this Christmas when they grow up. But this is the first year when both kids will be old enough to enjoy Christmas. I am eagerly anticipating the giggles and squeals of joy on Christmas morning.