Growing up, my Santa never wrapped. Instead, he was the master of display. Ribbon-strung candy hung from the ceilings. Outfits were spread out with matching shoes and accessories in place. Toys came assembled, batteries were included.
[Excuse me. I need a moment. Christmas for grown ups sure is. . . different.]
Imagine my surprise when I found out my husband’s Santa wrapped all the presents. What does that even mean? Mind blown.
Sure, Santa was clever about it. My husband’s Santa always wrapped in different paper than the rest of the presents were wrapped in and even included a clue. Nice touch, Santa.
Since I felt, ahem, the strongest about it, my husband and I decided that our Santa would stick with the traditions of my family. I think it’s a very interesting part of family culture and I’ve found that people have definite ideas about what Santa would and wouldn’t do.
I love Christmas Eve so much. It’s one of my favorite parenting nights of the year. It’s fun to imagine my sisters doing the same thing I’m doing after spending so many painful nights together waiting for Santa to come to our house when we were little. It’s also nice to think about my mom finally getting a good night’s sleep after staying up all night for years and years of Christmas morning presentation. Torch passed.