Mom and Dad were really good at keeping our belief in Santa alive.We as kids, never saw any gifts coming into the house, or heard any wrapping of gifts.
We would take our baths, put on our PJ's, and sit around the tv watching Red Skelton Christmas special, and Don messer.We would have milk and cookies, put some on a plate for Santa, and be in bed by 9.
Up at 5, my mom would be up before us all.She loved the looks on our faces.Our stockings were hung on our bedroom door knobs, and we would open the gifts inside.Then Mom would get Dad up, and ask him to go check in the parlor because she had heard a noise late at night,coming from that room.We would be so excited, we were almost vibrating.Dad would call my mom into the parlor, and we would be listening as she would say, Oh My !! What happened here! I think Santa may have stopped here last night.
That was our cue We would run down the hall, and just go crazy !! Gifts in what seemed like mountains all under the tree and in the corner near the tree.
It would take hours to open the presents. GI Joe,creepy crawlers, slinky,Gumbi,man from uncle, you name it.
We were very lucky children.Such good memories, such good parents.