All I Want for Christmas

One year my little granddaughter came in smiling with her two front teeth missing. She was at that age when the baby teeth go and the permanent teeth come in.

“Where did your teeth go?” I asked. Silly question.

“I went to the dentist and he pulled them.” She replied.

“Do you know that song ‘All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth’?”

She said that she did. Bless her heart. Her permanent teeth were starting to erupt and it seems that the thing to do these days is to get the baby teeth extracted so the others do not come in crooked or behind the baby teeth. Actually, what she probably needed for Christmas was her dental bill paid, but we won’t go into that.

When I was a kid, baby teeth were pulled by tying a string to a door knob and the other end to the tooth and slamming the door. This seems a bit brutal now that I think of it. I think I wiggled and wiggled my loose teeth until they finally were loose enough to fall out.

I asked her if she went to sleep for them to be pulled and she said “No, he just pulled them.” I think maybe she just doesn’t remember or else they were really loose already. Whatever, they were gone and she was okay with it.

These days it is hard to know what to get people for Christmas. Most of the people on my list already have their two front teeth and want gift cards or money. Seems so crass, but why give them something they don’t want? Actually, I really like gift cards myself.

My grandson long ago got his two front teeth and found out about the Santa myth. Usually, he wants gift cards, which he calls “credit cards.” This year, however, he came up with something better, an upgrade on his cell phone.

They tell me the popular gifts this year will be electronics: iPhones and iPads. Boy, the price of Christmas keeps going up, just like the price of dentistry. If they get an iPad this year, it makes me wonder what they will be asking for next year. But I suppose the thing to do is worry about one year at a time.

Little kids like my granddaughter are easy to buy for. They like everything and the assortment of toys is unending. She probably has a list for Santa already. That’s good, since her teeth will have to be a gift from nature, not from Santa.

Christmas has gotten way out of hand. In spite of Black Friday, Cyber Monday, and the endless ads online and catalogs that come in the mail, people say they already have everything they want. I guess that means everything but an iPad.

What I really need the most is for everything in the house to quit breaking at the same time. The septic tank backed up, the washing machine broke down, the car had to have a battery, and the phone quit working, all in the same few weeks. That is not to even mention how the chandelier fell out of the ceiling and crashed on the table for no reason at all.

Maybe Santa could bring me some better luck. Either that or he should avoid my house altogether as he may break a leg – or lose his two front teeth.

If you know of a way to bring good luck to your home, please let me know. In the meantime I’m trying to think of a way to get my granddaughter to sing “All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth” so I can make a video. Now that would truly be a gift that is priceless.

Copyright 2010 Sheila Moss

About Sheila Moss

My stories are about daily life and the funny things that happen to all of us. My columns have been published in numerous newspapers, magazines, anthologies, and websites.
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4 Responses to All I Want for Christmas

  1. Enjoyed the read. I prefer the holidays when they were much simpler…. before the technology. 😀


  2. Sharon Dillon says:

    Great story! Giggles of “been there, done that.”
    Enjoy your holiday season.

    Liked by 1 person

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