“Some assembly required.”

The Phrase Fathers Fear Most On Christmas Day

Anyone who is a parent can tell you this is absolutly true.

The Writer of this story is Tim Herrera 

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There are three words often heard at this time of year that strike fear into the hearts of fathers everywhere. Those three words can crush the spirit of even the most capableDad. Those words: “Some assembly required.”My children have now grown beyond the stage where every blasted Christmas gift they receive needs to be constructed using tools thinner than sewing needles by the skillful,unwavering hands of a neurosurgeon. I cannot tell you how many times I have cursedSanta’s elves – or the blue-vested Toys-R-Us guys – for not pre-assembling themountains of toys my kids have received over the years. I have the scarred knuckles to prove my point.”Come see what Santa brought us!” our kids would yell when they were very little.”Daddy, why are your hands bandaged and packed in ice?”It’s easier when kids are very small. Many of their Christmas toys come pre-assembled.In fact, many come in one piece.

Parents just remove the expensive gadgets from their boxes, make sure all the bells ring and the buzzers sound. Then we put the toys on theshelves because the kids are too busy exploring the empty boxes rather than enjoying thewhiz-bang educational SAT improving PBS and pediatrician approved learning plaything we just bought, thanks to a bank loan.

“Some assembly required.” That phrase echoes in my head like Edgar Allan Poe’sraven, or that abrasive duck from the insurance commercials.It’s harder when the kids are at that in-between age where they are too young toassemble toys themselves and too young to be of any help whatsoever.”Hey, pal, please hand me the screwdriver.””You mean this?””No. That’s a garden hose. The screwdriver is the long metal thing with the plastichandle.””You mean that?””No. That’s a shovel that we use to clean up after the dog. Never mind. Go get Mommyfor me now that I’m pinned under this basketball hoop and can’t move. Tell Mommythat Daddy is losing consciousness.”

Now that three of our kids are teenagers and one is an almost-teen, gift giving doesn’tinvolve Craftsman tools, words under my breath or directions written in Swedish. Theonly knuckle scraping I experience now comes from constantly reaching into my back pocket for my wallet. And the only blood loss I risk comes from putting things inenvelopes and risking paper cuts.

“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart! Here’s a Target gift card to keep along with your Borders gift card and your Blockbuster gift card!”I know that giving gift cards seem like the lazy man’s way out. There are times when Ilook back sentimentally on those past Christmas Eves, where my wife and I stayed upuntil 3:00 a.m. struggling to follow the directions for assembling dollhouses, bicycles or life-sized Batcaves.

Our hands shook from overwork and from downing two-liter bottlesof Diet Coke to stay awake. Our eyes were tired and crossed from trying to connect toomany slots “A” to slots “B”. Then after getting about twenty minutes of sleep the kidswould stampede into the bedroom announcing that Santa left behind a mountain of toys,and several empty plastic soda bottles.

I do miss the blissful looks on their faces and the loving hugs around the neck from tinyarms. I do miss the excitement that the anticipation of Santa’s visit brings to young children. I miss the trampling of tiny feet up and down the steps. I don’t miss the bruisesand contusions and the clanking at midnight that comes after Daddy tripped over thetoolbox.The nightmares have stopped but the haunting phrase “some assembly required” stillmakes me flinch. It is important to remember, however, that scraped knuckles do heal over time.

~Steve~

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11 responses to ““Some assembly required.”

  1. It was my husband and not I but Barbie houses and bicycles certainly top the list for toys requiring an engineering degree! The emotional joy was all well worth it!

  2. Buy your kid their first tool box and let them go at it, it”ll be educational.

  3. how about batteries not included the toy is there it is what was wanted but hey no batteries

  4. igor, I always loved that. LOL Damn just charge me 2 bucks more and fling some batt’s in.
    My sadistic. :D B-I-L who is also my Sons GodFather would send my Son gifts that had 13,000 pieces, He went out of his way for some educational toy, but lots of pieces. I said a lot of not so nice words about him on Christmas Eve. LOL

  5. That brings back memories! My two sons were close in age and often got duplicate gifts that needed assembly – Big Wheels tricycles especially.

    My two were the only children in the extended family for the first five years. The tradition was that all the aunts and uncles visited us Christmas evening to play with the boys’ toys. My younger son still complains that he didn’t actually get to play with his new Atari for three days because his father and uncles hogged it to play Space Invaders!

  6. Well, there is always Jack Daniels. :-D

    LOL – At least you’ll sleep better.

    -Dave

  7. Steve if the inlaws or brother in-law is a pain in the ass buy his kid a drum set or basically any musical instrument usually most kids anyway will pound or squeal away and commit the most atrocious noises and with new years eve popping up and hangover morning hmmm how about those bag pipes

  8. igor, I think your on to something. LOL

  9. okay many years ago my college roommate really wanted a pair of ice skates or roller skates can’t remember which so anyway for christmas he bought a pair in his size for his grandmother.. i guess you have to have a sense of humor about this sort of thing (oh yeah i am not talking about a family with a lot of money) so his grandmother laughed about it and took him skating and eventually gave the skates to him ..

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