Yesterday, Rocket said he couldn't wait until Christmas is over, and I couldn't agree more, which is sad because this is my favorite time of year. It's that I cannot go one more day with deep discussions about Christmas lists, myriad revisions, questions about North Pole details, requests for a second sitting with Santa after one child's mind when blank the first time when Santa asked what he wanted. Rocket wants Christmas to be over because he wants to play with the three-page-long-and-growing list of toys he's certain he'll be receiving.
He's been a good boy, especially if Santa overlooks yesterday's mishap where he accidentally released a mouse in the science room at school, potentially launching the Great Infestation of 2012 that will assuredly end in a tuition increase.
The kid wants Lego, but which set(s) has been such a painstaking dilemma for him. He fully believes that if asked, Santa will surely bring him the LEGO Star Wars Death Star that he so desperately wants. His sister pointed out the cost of the Death Star, but he countered with, "Santa doesn't buy the gifts, the elves make them." I told him the Death Star is incredibly labor intensive, and it's unclear if the elves have the bandwidth for that type of project right now. He answered that he asked for it last year too, giving them all year to build his gift.
Make it stop.