fredatinsch wrote:So when you were younger and thought it was father Christmas that brought the pressies not Mum and Dad, where were they left, foot of the bed or under the tree. Did you get to open them as soon as you clamped eyes on them or were they opened after lunch.
Mine were placed at the bottom of the bed and were opened when I awoke, never mind what time of the night. Having more sence, than my parents, my kids pressies were placed around the tree and were only opened after breakfast and when we were all dressed.
In later years and to this day we now open them after, dare I say it, the Queens Speech.
Ha ha ha. I can remember the 'other' kids ridiculing me as I still believed in Father Christmas. I went home very despondent and told my Mom that Santa didn't really exist. (Pity I was 42 years of age at the time).
Anyway, I digress, come Christmas Eve as usual I was sent to bed around 8.30 and took a glass of milk and a mince pie for Santa. However, by this time, our open fires had been replaced by gas fires and the chimney's somewhat blocked so I had no idea how Santa would get in and leave our presents.
That particular morning, I awoke to find the milk drunk, the mince pie eaten and a handwritten letter from Santa proving his existence to me and telling me to be more trusting. I told my Mom that I wanted to take the letter to school to show my teacher and so that all the other kids would believe that Santa really existed. I recall her trying to explain to me why it wasn't such a good idea to do so.
So, after this rather satisfying but now embarrassing experience I vowed to never lie to any kid who asks me, 'Is Santa real', I would not intentionally break their little hearts, but would say that there was once indeed a Saint Nicolas who brought presents and happiness to children and, if you wish to believe that he still comes, then so be it'.
Anyway, my presents and my sister's presents were always loaded into Pillowcases and left under the Christmas tree in the main room. It was usual for us to open our presents in front of our parents around 9am on Christmas Day although, I can remember one Christmas morning sneaking downstairs circa 4am. opening my main present which was a Wolverhampton Wanderers Football strip and leather football, wearing it and dribbling the ball up and down the entrance corridor before retiring back to bed.
My Father came from a large family and I used to love all the annuals his brothers and sisters would buy for Christmas. I would sit for hours with the new Dandy or Beano annual and of course some football annuals too. When I got older, I got serious stuff like Dickens to read which was nowhere near as much fun, but that is growing up, I guess.
Merry Christmas all.