Waah! Santa forgot me!

I was holding off putting presents under the tree because I wasn't sure I could trust Sarah not to open them. But the tree looked so naked without them, so the other night I wrapped a few and tucked them under the tree.

Sarah didn't even notice them until Sunday morning when Daddy said excitedly, "Look! There are presents under the tree!"

Doh!

Naturally Sarah thought that Santa had come. She peered through the presents and began to cry. "Santa didn't bring me the Dora the Explorer with the purple dress! I want that Dora! Why didn't he bring it?! WaaahhH!"

I was still in bed after staying up with the Rooster earlier that morning (2:00am to be exact). Sarah came pounding up the stairs, wailing at the top of her lungs and grabbed my arm. "Mommy! I want Dora! Santa didn't bring it!"

Me: Honey, it's not Christmas yet. Santa hasn't come yet.
Sarah: But I want Dora!
Me: I know. But Santa hasn't been here yet. We still have 7 days before Christmas.
Sarah: Santa is supposed to bring me Dora and he didn't!
Me: (sigh) Sweetie, I bet you Santa will bring you Dora. But he won't be here until next Sunday.
Sarah: (sniffle) Why?
Me: Because that's when Christmas is.
Sarah: Can we open presents now?
Me: No, baby. We have to wait for Christmas.
Sarah: Why?

Oy! She did settle down after I finally convinced her that it wasn't Christmas yet and that Santa had not passed her by. We went downstairs to look at all the presents under the tree with her asking, "Is this one mine?" for each one. She gathered hers and looked at me with a sneaky smile. "Do not open those. You have to wait for Christmas." "Yes, mommy."

She hasn't bothered them for a few days so I think we're safe. But I sure could pinch Daddy!