I remember our christmases as kids very fondly. There was one in particular when we were quite small as still believed in the magic of it all. Our gifts were always left at the bottom of our beds in sacks. This night my poor brother came into my room white as a sheet looking very frightened abd telling me had a cow on his bed! I realised instantly by my bed santa had been and it was in fact his gifts. I got out if my bed to reassure him and led him back to his room and explain what it was. As you can imagine excitement then took over and we got shouted at by Mom as it was very early in the morning and we had woken her up.