Saturday, December 25, 2010

In pursuit of the perfect Christmas...belly? A look back at Christmas 2007....

~"Do not, on a rainy day, ask your child what he feels like doing, because I assure you that what he feels like doing, you won't feel like watching."~ Fran Lebowitz 

 Of all my childhood recollections, the most vivid revolve around Christmas. The tree, the toys, Santa...all of them conjure up wonderful memories of my earlier days. For a kid, it can be the most exciting, suspenseful time of year. For a parent, it can be the most powerful.  Powerful, because of one simple phrase..."Do I need to call Santa?"

  Nothing works better at eliciting good behavior than the threat of calling Santa. "If you don't put down that ornament, I'm calling Santa" "Your not going to bed?!...lets hear what Santa has to say about that." Sometimes I go as far as picking up the phone and dialing. The slightest infraction, the tiniest misstep all I have to do is mention his name in order to get the desired response. "NO! don't call him!"..."I'll go to bed"..."I won't draw on the dog!"..."I'll get out of the washing machine!".... Oh how I love that man!  I admit, I have gotten heady with the power of it all.  Power, however, like most good things can be abused. Use it too much or wield it too carelessly and the threat starts to wear off, the message loses its luster.

  I learned this lesson while picking out last years Christmas tree. Excited about getting our tree, we piled into the mini van, all of us in high spirits. We were a happy family in search of the perfect tree. The gentleman selling the Christmas trees was a portly fellow. That in itself is nothing my children would comment on. It was however, the fact that his underwear happened to be sticking out of his ill fitting sweat pants that got all of our attention-particularly Oscar's. Once Oscar sees something-something that catches his eye....he MUST..MUST comment on it. He is like a dog with a bone-he CAN NOT let go.  Knowing this, I tried to gather him to my side before he could say anything....but..sigh... it was too late.  Very softly, in a low monotone voice, Oscar started saying "unnnndddeeerrrwwwweeeaaarrr"(repeatedly) This of course started my other kids laughing..I gave them "The look" (every parent knows this look) and in my sternest mother voice said "Should I call Santa?" and quickly ushered them back into the van. I thought it had worked, that I had averted disaster...but I was wrong.  We still needed to tie the tree to the top of the van, and who was going to help us to do that? You guessed it-the chubby tree salesman in the ill fitting sweat pants. Now in order to tie the tree to the top of the van we had to leave both side doors open-and sitting on one of those open sides was Oscar. There I was, on full red alert mother mode -trying to catch Oscars eye, ready to invoke the name of Santa, but he was distracted. You see, as the salesman stepped up to reach the roof, his body leaned in the van door-and looming through the door , hanging out of his shirt, was the salesman's belly... it was big , it was hairy and it was an inch away from Oscars nose.  As I looked on in horror(sweat was forming on my upper lip), I started to say(desperately) "Oscar, think of Santa", but it was once again too late. He glanced at me, and with a gleam in his eye...he said in a very low voice, "Beeellllllllyyyyy" as he  ever so slowly extended his finger... Sammy and Lily were besides themselves ..and I was torn between screaming in laughter and acting the mature adult. It was as if the entire world had stopped moving-with the exception of Oscars finger..which was creeping closer and closer(as if in slow motion) to the  salesman's stomach...and as the tip of his finger began to brush the dangling hair-the salesman jumped down and away.. the tree was tied on..the crisis averted..I was exhausted. Oscar just smiled.

  In my relief , after my heart rate returned to normal, I realised that the pull of underwear-the lure of a big belly, these things were even more powerful than the repeated threats to call Santa. That as my kids become more aware of the world around them, and less immersed in the world of our home, my days of Santa threats were numbered.

  I wonder if my kids will look back fondly on these Christmas memories-the way I look back on mine. Will they even remember all of these adventures? I was thinking about this when we went on our Christmas tree quest. This year, getting the tree was uneventful, although when we suggested going back to the same tree lot as last year, Oscar grinned and said "unnnderrrwearrr."


autismand said...

Oscar...comedy genius. Merry Christmas to you all!

Floortime Lite Mama said...

Oscar is AMAAAAAZING and so funny
I know exactly what you mean when you talk about the awareness of the outside world and how it slowly changes their personality
on a slightly related note -
DH sometimes tells me that R is becominng an NT brat when R does something typical

Kim Wombles said...

Merry Christmas! :-)

Angela said...

I just love Oscar LOL

jazzygal said...

Hehehehe!! Oh, how I love these Oscar posts!!

Oh gosh, I read this post with bated breath...what's he gonna say...what's he gonna do?? Once again Oscar did not disappoint!!

I know these situations can be the bane of our lives but they do make us laugh, don't they?! And the Oscar's and the WiiBoy's know that... and that's the power they have over us ;-)

Great post..I've used the Santa threat too!

xx Jazzy

Big Daddy Autism said...

I swear, Oscar and I must have been separated at birth.

The "I'm calling Santa" routine still works with my 13 year old son. Used it about 100 times this year. (And we're, techinically, Jewish!)

Anonymous said...

Hi Dear,

Great post - I laughed my head off all over again. Thanks for bringing it back! Love, Ei

Lynn said...

I think that my "I'm calling Santa" days are still ahead of me with Audrey...I suppose it's not as powerful in January as it is in December, so I might have to wait on whipping it out.

mamafog said...

A sense of humor AND a great memory. Hope you had a great day.

Daniel "Captain" Kirk said...

Hahahaha! Now THAT is a great Christmas story! And a great Christmas memory.

Looking for Blue Sky said...

Oscar is just wonderful :) Hope you had a lovely Christmas xx

Anonymous said...

I love this post! I hope you and yours had a wonderful Christmas this year.
Happy New Year!

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