So that whole Christmas survey has been going around a lot and I maybe should do it since I haven't been so hot about posting in December (too much sickness and too much November posting is what I'm blaming it on).
And yet, I'd rather just write about one part of that Christmas survey that asks about whether or not Santa wraps presents. If you grew up in my house, you know there is only ONE right answer - ALL PRESENTS ARE WRAPPED. No discussion.
My Dad is actually not a huge fan of this, although he has gone along with it since my mom feels strongly about it. He liked coming down on Christmas morning as a kid and seeing a new bike or whatever the big gift was sitting out by the tree. My Mom, on the hand, thinks this is horrid (and I agree with her). Here are a few good reasons why we are both right:
- You should get to have the excitement of unwrapping (or having a treasure hunt for) your big gift.
- You should not be able to peek and see your big gift (Bart remembers clearly seeing his remote control car waiting under the tree before the rest of his family was even awake. This is bad).
- Do you really want your first gift to be something huge and exciting and work your way down to a bag of gym socks? No. You should start small and work your way big.
I guarantee that all gifts for my children will be wrapped. There will be no unwrapped presents sitting under the tree.
Also, my parents never told us that Santa Claus was real - I never remember believing in Santa Claus. We still did the whole stockings thing and we had gifts labeled "From Santa" but they were also fairly small gifts (a book or a movie or shoelaces or something - my mom did NOT want Santa getting credit for bringing a bike. Mom and Dad got all the credit for the really thrilling gifts).
For years, we even put out little black "coal" footprints from the fireplace to the tree and sometimes set out cookies. One year, a neighbor gave each of us three girls a huge plastic bear full of iced cookies. We ate them until we were sick and still each had about 3/4 of a bear of cookies left. We got a huge plate and dumped all the cookies on them; the next morning we came down to discover that "Santa" had taken care of them.