On the night of Cyber Monday, while my husband was putting my older two kids to bed, I pulled out all the Christmas presents I’d already purchased. I had stashed them away at the top of my closet back in August, when I came across an amazing sale. I put the presents out on display for my husband to see, and then we talked about what gifts we still needed for the kids and made plans to purchase more presents online.
Then I went to bed.
The next morning, I woke up to the sweetest voice in the world declaring “Thank you, Mommy, for my presents! Oh thank you, thank you, Mommy!”
Only it wasn’t Christmas. It was December 3.
I shooed the children out of my room, piled the presents up like a madwoman and threw them back into my closet.
I turned to my daughter, saying “Oh baby, I’m so sorry! You weren’t supposed to see those yet! And besides, some of those are for your cousins.”
Your cousins. I’m glad I pulled that out of my back pocket! Two of the gifts are for cousins. The rest were hers. Half were birthday presents and half were her Christmas gifts. I’d spent $30 on about $80 worth of gifts and I was pretty proud of it too, until that awful moment.
For the rest of the morning, I felt just a little ill inside at the thought that I had ruined Christmas. Or at least I had ruined the surprise of it all. I was suddenly so glad we’d decided to skip Santa at our house or I would’ve completely ruined Santa for my kids too. Yep, just call me SuperMom, because I’m Super at messing everything up.
So what’s a mama to do?
Should I forgo all of these gifts and get completely new ones? What a waste of money!
Should I just hope she forgets all about them? That’s the tactic I’ve taken so far. I hope she barely glanced at them and has no idea what she’s getting for her birthday and Christmas. One can only hope.
And ultimately, I’m banking on this one thing: Christmas is not about the presents. It’s about a baby who was born to die. For my sins. For your sins. For my daughter’s sins. <–Tweet it!
In fact, yesterday marked exactly one year from the day that she placed her trust in Christ’s sacrifice for her sins. She placed her faith in Him, that His death paid for her sins. And we’re not worthy of that sacrifice.
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith–and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God–not by works, so that no one can boast. -Ephesians 4:8-9
As long as this is the gift that we’re all focusing on, and not the gifts that my daughter has already seen, then mommy hasn’t ruined Christmas after all.
What have you done in the past that made you feel you had “ruined” Christmas? And what would you do with my gift dilemma?