We pulled out the holiday book pile a little early this year.
What can I say, now that Mike is back in school, and I'm busy as usual, we needed the passive parenting that only the Elf on a Shelf can provide.
Is the EoaS a southern thing or a world-wide phenomenon?
The book asks you to think about how Santa manages the logistics of watching all the boys and girls in the world. Why, with an elf on a shelf in every home! A little guy/gal who you get to name, and who sits in your house, and reports to Santa on your behavior each evening. I love the practicality, and also the parenting crutch it provides. Ah, nothing like the holidays, when we can say things like: "I think Barley (our elf's name) saw you push your brother. Uh-oh, you should apologize." So nice to have a middle man to blame all the rule-keeping on.
So, along with the Elf, we started reading the Grinch last week. Willy wants to hear it every day. I love the book so, and it's a treat and a delight to read, but every day for the last week and not even Thanksgiving... I worry about our sanity.
We love to pick out fun things on the different pages:
--the tiniest Who on the page where they're all singing.
--the Whos who should be sitting down at the Who feast. One is standing on the back of a highchair!
We read "the Grinch hated Christmas" and Willy and James call out:
"No, you can't hate Christmas"
We read "the Grinch hated the Whos" and the boys shout:
"You can't hate the Whos!"
I hope reading it for the next 30-plus days doesn't make me like it any less.
It makes me think about books and the holiday season, and how much I love them (no surprise there). I am toying with the idea of only giving books for Christmas. It just seems like the right thing to do.
It all began with the clever, no ingenious, marketing promotion from Chronicle Books. They ask you to make a list of $500 worth of books, and they'll pick one blogger, and one blog reader to receive the books. It's so clever, because it makes you peruse their site and find books you like. And then, well, they've got you.
I would like to give only books, but I have a strict rule that a gift should always and forever be about the receiver and not the giver.
Who among us hasn't received a gift that only proves the giver doesn't know us at all. I ended a 2 1/2 year dating relationship over the gift of a pair of old speakers (and I love recycling, so it wasn't the old part). It was one of those moments in life where the veil is lifted, and you realize the person you thought you loved just doesn't know you at all.
It's a lot of work to find the right books for everyone on the list-- a book might miss the mark where a gift basket of bath goodies would fit the bill.
So, what do you think-- could you only give books this year? Do you only give books already?