I have been the person shopping at ridiculous hours on Christmas Eve. In my defence, it really wasn’t my fault!
Some years back, my husband and I drove down on Christmas Eve to join my parents for the holiday. Mum immediately assigned us tree decoration duty, so we were upstairs digging boxes of decorations out of the spare room when we heard the sounds of other people arriving. We came downstairs to the delightful but confusing sight of my sister and her five children walking in the front door. Delightful, because they live in a different country and we only get to see them maybe once every second year. Confusing, because we didn’t know they were coming this year… and because we didn’t know they’d be there, we hadn’t brought them any presents. We were planning to ship them later.
My sister’s four older children were all in their late teens or early twenties, and theoretically, we could have told them, “Oh, heck, we didn’t know. We’ll have to give you an IOU!” Her youngest child, on the other hand, was four or five at the time, and we weren’t going to do that to him. (And to be honest, even if the others would have been fine with it, we would have felt terrible.)
Me: “Oh, hey! Excellent timing! [Youngest], you guys are just in time to decorate the tree! Here’s the tinsel and ornaments. You guys have fun! Great to see you, Sis; WHAT A SURPRISE! Honey, I forgot something; WE HAVE TO GO SHOPPING!”
Mum: “What? Now? Can’t it wait until Boxing Day? They just got here; you can’t—”
Me: “NOW.”
We raided the mall like a pair of desperate Vikings — extra desperate because it was seven pm… in a small country town that usually shuts down completely at five pm and on weekends… on Christmas Eve… which fell on a Sunday that year. We honestly expected nothing to be open, and on the way there, we came up with a fallback plan that involved getting cash out of an ATM and wrapping it up in silly ways to disguise it. Amazingly, though, half the shops were still open, and we actually managed to get good presents for everyone.
Later that night, I cornered Mum in the kitchen.
Me: “Why didn’t you tell us [Sister] and the kids were coming?!”
Mum: “What are you talking about? Of course, I told you! We’ve been planning it for ages!”
Me: “You might have been planning it for ages, but it wasn’t with us! The first we knew about it was when they walked in the door!”
Mum: “I told you! I’m sure I told you! Well… I think I told you… I was talking to your sister about it for months!”
Me: “Talking to her about something and expecting me to know about it worked when we all lived in the same house, but not anymore!”