Is it Christmas yet?

So back in June, after Ella's birthday, she was thrilled with the fact that she asked for things for her birthday, and consequently, many of them ended up in her possession. So immediately after her birthday, she kept up the refrain of, "Can my get that for my birthday?" So I informed her that she just had her birthday, and she would have to wait until Christmas. So that started up the, "Can my get that for Christmas?" Lately, no doubt a result of the growing holiday decorations we are seeing all over town, it has increased tenfold. Every thing she sees, every commercial she watches, she wants for Christmas. And it is not limited to toys. Among the more odd things she has requested for Christmas include Lysol, vacuum cleaner deoderizer, bandaids, and eggs. And to everything I reply, "You can ask Santa." I realized the other night just how important it is to her that I respond, when I came downstairs from putting Molly to sleep to find her bawling uncontrollably on the couch. Since that was exactly where I had left her 5 minutes ago, I couldn't imagine that she could have hurt herself to the degree of which she was reacting, so I asked her what on earth was the problem. I finally got her calmed down enough to tell me- "Can my -hiccup- just get -hiccup- that one princess one -hiccup- for Christmas?" So I repeated the refrain- "You can ask Santa." She gave me a huge grin and said, "Okay!" All was well once again.

Yesterday I went to the Disney store where all of the Halloween costumes were super cheap. Most of them were picked over, but there was a Jasmine outfit left in her size, and since playing dress-up is her all-time favorite thing to do right now (she has worn her Snow White costume exactly 9 days -and counting- in a row now) I tried, unsuccessfully, to buy it without her knowledge as a Christmas gift. As soon as we got home she asked, "Can my wear that Jasmine outfit?" So I played innocent. "What Jasmine outfit?" Ella- "That pink one with the shoes from the Mickey mouse store. Its in the car." Crap! So I had to tell her that that was a surprise, and it was for Christmas, and Mommy had to wrap it so she could have it later. That night as she was saying her prayer she said, "And thank you for my new Jasmine clothes that my can wear at Christmas." So sweet!