There's a lot to do at this time of year and of course even more if you are Santa's eyes and ears.
Unfortunately they're not reliable documents. Often they're made in my five year old's head. And the items on the lists change. A lot.
It's like a game of Chinese Christmas whispers with all the whisperers in different rooms. Impossible.
Unfortunately the loudest whisper I've intercepted is Bey Blades. Bey Blades. Bey Blades.
Those of you without boys will think I'm off my head.
I am. Bey Blades are sold out in New Zealand.
I have visited four toy shops and one two dollar shop where I could have found a fake if I'd been faster. They're sold out too.
My name is on a list - I am hoping to be among the lucky few who get one of the Bey Blades being air freighted in to NZ. Did I want a two pack? Yes, if they're the last ones in the country, you bet I do.
I have put the call out to Australia to my son's Cool Uncle. "Get Him a Bey Blade," I texted (but a bit more politely).
Cool Uncle is not yet 30. He will know what a Bey Blade is... he will know how important this is. As important as that Ben 10 watch and the Bakugan ball things gathering dust in my son's room. IMPORTANT.
Meantime the huge boxes of lego and six year old bike might ease the pain. Might...
I'd like it noted that:
1. My children don't actually get a lot of Christmas presents but I know that they do very, very well considering the plight of most of the world's kids. They too will know that one day.
3. I know as a blogger I should be handcrafting felt toys and sticking bits of fabric together to make him a dress-up Bey Blade outfit. The sense of failure weighs heavily.
4. I once said I'd only buy my children handcrafted wooden toys but that was a long, long time ago...
And you may well ask what the hell a Bey Blade is? Does it really matter?