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Hmmmmm:
I'm loving reading everyone's Santa traditions in the other thread.  It has brought back found memories of my childhood and my kid's.  What are your favorite Santa memories?  Here's two of mine.

When I was 5 and sis was 8, we requested new bikes for Christmas.  Mom and Dad had explained that Santa no longer had time to make all the toys, especially bikes anymore and also every child had a different preference.  So Dad took us down to the local store that sold bikes and sis and I picked up our favorites.  Mine was pink with a white wicker basket and flowers on it (this was around 1970).  The store manager said that he'd set those aside for Santa to come get and deliver to us on Christmas Eve.  Christmas morning arrived and sis and I know we are not allowed to wake up our parents or teenage sisters till after 7 but we just couldn't stand it.  So we sneak into the living with the tree, excitedly find our bikes.  We decide we can't wait to ride them so we sneak outside and ride for a half hour then we come back inside, wash the wheels so no one will know and go back to bed till after 8.  Mom and Dad couldn't believe how patient we'd been. 

When my kids were 3 & 5, we decided to get them an outdoor wooden playset for Christmas.  This  required lots of assembly which DH and his brother did in the garage the week up to Christmas Eve.  Their plan was to move it to the backyard after the kids were asleep Christmas Eve.  What they hadn't accounted for was once assemble there was no way to get it over the short fence that separated the driveway from the yard because of the breezeway between the house and garage.  I said to just leave it and we'd tell the kids that Santa asked their Dad to finish the set up the next day, but DH wouldn't hear of it.  So around midnight, DH, BIL, and 2 nieghbors and tearing down our fence and moving this huge structure to the backyard.  I was amazed my kids never questioned how Santa got it into his sleigh or why we no longer had a side fence. But what I was most amazed was that we had friends willing to spend their night helping us out.   

magicdomino:

--- Quote from: Hmmmmm on December 12, 2012, 02:28:43 PM ---  So around midnight, DH, BIL, and 2 nieghbors and tearing down our fence and moving this huge structure to the backyard.  I was amazed my kids never questioned how Santa got it into his sleigh or why we no longer had a side fence. But what I was most amazed was that we had friends willing to spend their night helping us out.   

--- End quote ---

Now that's true friendship.

AylaM:
We weren't allowed to even go into the room with the tree until after everyone else was up.  Some gifts wouldn't be wrapped and they didn't want us guessing what stuff was (or so I thought).  After a certain time we could wake mom, dad, and whoever was visiting up.  I would later learn Mom used to get upset that we never got as excited as she did as a kid.  Apparently she and her brothers were so bad that her parents booby-trapped the gifts.   They'd carefully open and re-wrap presents.

But I can remember being about 8 and waking up early.  I had just began learning to crochet, but all I could do was a chain.  I sat in the hallway outside my room and crocheted a chain all the way down the hall.  But never once got up to look at the presents.

That year I had wanted an RC car, so my sister and I both got one.  Dad thought he was smart racing me with hers (which had been marketed as one of the fastest) vs. mine (a spinning car).  Christmas candy was on the line.  He thought he would definitely win and get the candy.  He did not.

She got angry the one year I decided to shower before waking her.  I wanted to look nice for the pictures and she wanted my hair mussed and me running around in PJs.  Oops.

As we got older I remember the first year we had our own money to spend on our parents.  We had set an alarm early and laid out presents to Mom and Dad for the first time.  Looking back at it, we didn't choose particularly good presents. But we were so proud that, for the first time, mom and dad would have presents that they weren't already expecting.

Yvaine:
When we were all pretty young, we believed in Santa and in the absolute importance of actually sleeping on Christmas Eve "or he might pass you by," no matter how hard it might be to get to sleep. Another one of our family traditions, though, was that our parents would drive us through the neighborhood on Xmas Eve so we could ooh and aah at the lights. So one year my sister, about 5 at the time, was dead certain she'd seen Santa's sleigh flying around the area we were driving through--just a few minutes from home. (To this day I'm not sure what she saw--maybe the lights of a plane or just an exceptionally large lawn decoration.) And the rest of us kids believed her, too.

So we're all freaking out because CRUD MONKEYS!, Santa's just in the next neighborhood over, and we're all still awake! We start freaking that we need to go home and get to bed right away. When we do get home, our parents serve us huge cups of ice cream! It's great ice cream and we all love it, but the whole time we're panicking because what if Santa comes while we're still eating? He'll pass us by! I'm sure no kid has ever eaten ice cream so quickly or worriedly.

Mysteriously, Santa did not arrive until after our parents were done eating their own ice cream and putting us to bed.  ;D

ETA: Ayla, I remember that too. We picked out horrible presents for our parents with our few bucks. But it was so much fun to do it.

MissRose:
My favorite was when I was about 9 and my sister was around 7.  I think we had been watching tv in a different room, most likely after having gone to church for Xmas eve. We had changed to our pajamas at that time.  Our mom calls us to the living room as Santa was there.  To this day, I do not know who was dressed as Santa.

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