Lisa’s lit­tle one wants the moon on a stick. Oh, and a sat nav...

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Tak­ing my four-year-old daugh­ter by the hand, I tried to dis­tract her from the huge fes­tive dis­play in the su­per­mar­ket. ‘Come and have a look at these, sweet­heart,’ I en­cour­aged Mia, wav­ing a pack of bis­cuits in front of her. But when she no­ticed the aisle of shiny bright toys and glis­ten­ing baubles and tin­sel, she gasped.

‘Mummy, let’s go over here,’ she cried, trot­ting off with­out giv­ing her favourite treat a side­ways glance.

Nor­mally, I would’ve been happy for my girl to pe­ruse the su­per­mar­ket’s merry se­lec­tion of toys, but to­day I had to act like Ebenezer Scrooge…

It was Oc­to­ber this year, and since one of the big de­part­ment stores had an­nounced the start of the fes­tive sea­son with a stonk­ing Christ­mas telly ad­vert, Mia has been Christ­mas crack­ers.

To be­gin with, me and my hubby, Richard, thought it was adorable how she’d pipe up hys­ter­i­cally.

‘I want one of those for Christ­mas,’ she’d clap and point.

So sweet.

It was the first year she’d re­ally been able to un­der­stand the magic of Christ­mas and Santa, so it’s fair to say we prob­a­bly egged her on a bit.

But, af­ter a few days, we no­ticed that every Christ­mas ad – no mat­ter what it was flog­ging – would send Mia into a fes­tive frenzy.

Ini­tially, we gig­gled at her ob­scure gift choices.

‘Ooh, ooh, I want Santa to bring me one of those,’ she wailed like a greedy tyrant at a gi­ant drone.

‘OK,’ Richard, 36, laughed. ‘We’ll see.’

A few weeks later, I had a free af­ter­noon, so I de­cided to take ad­van­tage and start the Christ­mas shop­ping. Get­ting out a pad of pa­per and a pen, I went to jot down ideas.

That was when I re­alised I didn’t know where to start.

Sure enough, Mia had given me enough sug­ges­tions to burst Santa’s sleigh – ev­ery­thing from toy dolls that wet them­selves to sat navs!

But did she re­ally want any of them? Could I trust her judge­ment af­ter she’d been brain­washed by all those ads?

Now I feel my blood pres­sure rise every time Mia spots some­thing else.

I’m tempted to gaffer tape the telly at this rate.

What do I do?

How can I fil­ter through her avalanche of ideas to find out what she re­ally wants?

And if some­thing is a def­i­nite no, how do I tell her with­out sound­ing like a grumpy Grinch?

Lisa Adams, 31, Hale­sowen, West Mids

Lisa thinks it’s get­ting too much for Mia

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