When my hubby and I were dating and before we were married, my Christmas gift from him would always be a surprise. After we moved away, the holidays always involved a long and complicated trip to see relatives, dividing our time equally between his and mine, so our Christmas gifts for each other were awesome, but not surprising. They were exchanged before we left for our trip, without much fanfare. It’s hard to keep secrets from the person who reconciles the receipts. And, I really don’t mind knowing. I truly believe it’s the thought that counts, and he’s so thoughtful with his gifts.
I mean, I’m not complaining. It was just different, and it was the way it was.
This year, we decided to stay home for the holidays and start our own traditions with Claire. What people say is true: seeing the holiday through the eyes of a child really is a great thing. Since she’s just two years old, she can recognize Santa, but she’s not old enough to really be excited about the holiday.
Staying home for the holidays and not having to travel has also paved the way for an exciting turn of events: Super-secret surprise presents.
A couple weeks ago, my hubby got a glint in his eye and told me not to peek at any of the statements online. He said he, Claire and Santa were in cahoots, and they’d found some things to get me. He timed things so that the receipts were already reconciled for the month when he made his purchases, so I had no excuses to be poking around. He told me that packages were going to be delivered to the house, and I had strict orders to behave.
Secret packages. A surprise.
This was so exciting! I could get used to this!
Yesterday, a small mountain of packages arrived at our door. I was a good little girl and didn’t even look at the labels on any of the boxes. They sat on the landing all day, and my hubby ushered them off to the basement when he got home from work, a tube of wrapping paper in one hand and a pair of scissors and a roll of tape in another.
“He’s wrapping something downstairs! Right now! For me! And I don’t know what it is!” I thought, as I tried to busy myself with other things. It was incredibly difficult to contain my excitement.
When he came upstairs with his arms full, it was all I could do to not grab packages and start shaking them. I maintained my composure. I haven’t shaken a single one…yet. 😉
He handed me some smaller wrapped ones and told me to hide them in my office closet with the rest of the contents of Santa’s bag.
Ooooooooooooooh, I can’t wait for Christmas! 🙂
I already know I’m going to love whatever it is. He doesn’t realize this, but he’s already given me an awesome Christmas present: He’s rekindled the excitement I felt when I was a kid, and I can’t wait for Santa to get here.
Four more days of being good, and I’m home-free. 😉