memikeswife
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My sister would never let me put the fur lined boots in the fireplace at my parents' house on Christmas morning....:angry7::toothy10: ("Oh, no, kids! Look what happened to Santa!")
Seriously, the thing I remember about Christmas as a teenager was getting up and nothing could happen until my folks had coffee. I'm like that now.
It was my job to hand out the gifts on Christmas morning, as well as put 'em under the tree the night before. So I was Santa. I'd watch everyone open their gifts, then go sit in a quiet corner and open mine. For me it was more about looking at the excitement on everyone else's face. I still try to quiet myself away when the family is here, but my wife won't let me.
I remember the milk and cookies. And I'd leave a note from Santa to the kids telling them to be good and thanks for the milk and cookies. Did that every year for my niece and nephew. One morning my niece, now 21, then about 10, told her mother she knew I was Santa: Santa has my handwriting. I remember when she got in her teens she'd stay up with me to put the gifts under the tree. Her brother is over six years younger than she, so it meant a lot to her to help play Santa for him...
Thanks, for the thread. Love the memories and reading about others'.
Thanks for sharing, I really enjoyed hearing your story. Have a Merry Christmas and I'm glad your wife makes you stay. Treva