I lost my daughter’s Christmas gift. The Big One. You know, the one item she asked for Santa to bring her. Yeah, that’s the one I lost.
When she wrote her letter to Santa back in November all she asked for was a new train. A few days later there was a sale on at Chapters and we dutifully went out and bought the particular Thomas Engine she had pointed out to her dad in the catalog. It sat in the car trunk for a few weeks. Then when my husband had to bring the car in to get serviced he quickly emptied everything from the car to just inside the side door, on the kitchen floor.
My mom stopped by to bring the girls and I to visit my grandmother for her birthday. As my mom is standing in my kitchen, she looks down and sees a bag with a toy train in it and loudly whispers, “Is that supposed to be in here?” Um, no it is not. So I quickly grabbed it and put it… somewhere, Somewhere safe. Some where Rainbow would not see it. Somewhere that I promptly forgot about.
In the meantime Rainbow has been obsessively focused on this train. When I told her one day that I was going into Chapters to pick out some books for Christmas, she got upset and almost in tears said, “Nonono, I want a TRAIN.” When she found out that other people would be giving her presents, she wanted to call each of them on the phone and tell them that what she would like is a train. Just so they’d know. I explained to her that she had asked Santa for a train, and since she was a pretty good girl, he’d probably come through for her.
Thankfully my husband decided we needed to wrap the gifts a night early. He was coming off of midnights and good to go for staying up late and wrapping all of the kids gifts on the 23rd. So I pulled gifts out from all the various places I had them stashed around the house. We made piles, decided what was going in the stockings, what was coming from us, what was from Santa… and realized something was missing. The train that Rainbow had asked for was nowhere to be found. I searched high and low, but could not find it. I started to panic and began looking in all the same places two and three times. I finally decided it must be hidden in her bedroom closet, and since I couldn’t check there while she was sleeping we called off the search until the next day.
The next morning I checked that closet, I checked her sisters closet, I searched everywhere I could bloody think of and I could not find that darn train. In the end, I sent my husband out on Christmas eve to buy our daughter her present, for the second time. To say that he wasn’t impressed with me would be an understatement. At least we discovered it was missing the night before, and had running out to buy a second one as an option. Sigh. Of course it turned up on boxing day — in a completely stupid place that I don’t remember ever even considering placing it (inside a box in the kitchen). Ah well, all’s well that ends well I guess. And yes, she loved that train when she opened it Christmas morn.
What about you guys? Did your mom ever break out late Christmas gifts in May or June? or have you ever had to run out and re-purchase a gift because you couldn’t find the darn thing?