See, I have no issues with Santa, because I never believed he existed. We put out milk and cookies for years, but I chose Dad's favourite Christmas cookies (the filled Sandbaklse) because I knew he was going to be eating them.
A few years ago I asked my parents whether they thought I'd ever believed in Santa, and they didn't think so, either. Mom said that although she didn't remember ever saying to me "Santa is not real" that I'd just always got it - putting out stockings was one more part of the tradition.
The gifts that go in the stockings are usually signed "Santa" (with the quote marks, btw), and that's still the way we do it now. But the "Santa" gifts are the little stuff - we do our main gift giving on Christmas Eve... my stocking always seems to have new underwear and a Christmas tree decoration. *g*
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See, I have no issues with Santa, because I never believed he existed. We put out milk and cookies for years, but I chose Dad's favourite Christmas cookies (the filled Sandbaklse) because I knew he was going to be eating them.
A few years ago I asked my parents whether they thought I'd ever believed in Santa, and they didn't think so, either. Mom said that although she didn't remember ever saying to me "Santa is not real" that I'd just always got it - putting out stockings was one more part of the tradition.
The gifts that go in the stockings are usually signed "Santa" (with the quote marks, btw), and that's still the way we do it now. But the "Santa" gifts are the little stuff - we do our main gift giving on Christmas Eve... my stocking always seems to have new underwear and a Christmas tree decoration. *g*