Things really do change from one generation to another.
Here’s one from the Poor Little Rich Girl file to illustrate that fact.
It seems Suri Holmes, that’s Hollywood Katie’s eight-year-old daughter, has compiled her Christmas list and Katie told a talk-show audience Suri is well organized and Katie was feeling pressure because she knew she couldn’t mess up and miss any of the items on that list. She needed to ensure that Suri would get what she ordered, starting with a puppy and then work on down.
Now just a minute here.
I know there is a big generational and monetary gap going on here, but if I recall correctly … when I was a kidlet of Suri’s age, we were encouraged to make Christmas lists too and yes, we were instructed to pencil in their order of importance, as did Suri. She app’d I’m sure. I turned pages in a catalogue, but otherwise, the holiday list is the holiday list.
The big difference though, is that from my Christmas wish list, I was to expect and look for one item. There was no expectation of receiving all 10 or 11 or in Suri’s case, maybe 33 items or how ever many more she was able to conjure up in her little mind. That would be absurd unless, of course, you are the Poor Little Rich Girl.
Every item on my list? Dream on buster.
So I hope Suri has a happy Christmas with lots of gifts and we can only hope she’ll also learn why there is a Christmas in the Christian community. It can’t hurt.
She might learn along the way, that as we wrote last year … it’s not so much about the presents, pageants and meals … it’s about who you are with when those presents, pageants and meals are delivered. It’s always about people and there is no reset or refresh icon to hit on a tablet to correct things.
I guess that’s why I don’t get too excited about Christmas. Don’t get me wrong. I love the season and the spirit it delivers to our community. I just can’t allow myself to go overboard. My list remains modest. A small, understated Mercedes or Porsche will do if anyone is interested in delivering.
What do you remember about Christmas dear diary?
Was it that bicycle you got as a nine-year-old? I recall that particular present from Santa. Once I learned to ride, I didn’t use it all that much. That CCM was too hard to pedal and I happened to live two blocks from downtown, one block from the rink, half a block to a playpark and ball diamond and two blocks from school in the other direction. So I didn’t need a bike unless we needed to go exploring in the coulie behind the hospital, or had to make a run to Fulford’s Dairy, near the hospital, for some chocolate milk which was a big trip of about nine blocks. Those trips required me to pull out CCM and hop on for a small town adventure.
So ya, I got a bike one Christmas and learned to ride it on Boxing Day because I lived in a town that didn’t have to worry about Boxing Day sales, Black Fridays, Red Thursdays, Cyber Mondays or Purple Tuesdays and Chartreuse Wednesdays.
I wonder if a bike is on Suri’s list? A bike with a basket so she can take her puppy for a ride when the poor mutt gets tired of running around the mansion.
