That she can’t touch Baci, her elf on the shelf. She stares sooooo hard at him with her little hand itching to reach out and grab him. I’ve really instilled the fear though. I love when she does something wrong and she starts chanting under her breath “don’t tell Baci don’t tell Baci.” FEAR IS CHRISTMAS MAGIC.
That baby Jesus isn’t a girl. She’s real pissed about this one. She is not about boy babies at ALL. When she plays with her nativity set she gets all aggravated that Jesus has to be a boy and she can’t change it.
That she can’t eat all her of Advent chocolate in one shot. Opening one door a day is an act in patience she does not want to master. She got around it though, because Eric also has an advent calendar, so she just eats his chocolate.
That I told her she isn’t allowed to change her Santa list or continue to add things because Santa closed his workshop AND THAT IS IT. The wish list is finito. The elves are done.
That she has to wait another 22 days for it to be Christmas morning. I remember how slow December felt when I was a kid, so I get this.
That the Christmas colors are red and green. As she says, red and green are NOT her favorite colors. Pink, purple and blue are.
That I yell at her when she tries to move the ornaments on the tree 500 times a day and puts 4 ornaments on one branch and tells me “you never let me do anything I want” and “ARIEL AND JACK SKELLINGTON WANT TO BE NEXT TO EACH OTHER” and “you are the worst mommy ever.” And then I grab Baci and shove him in her face. FEAR IS CHRISTMAS MAGIC.