Are we really finished with the first week of December already? My how the time seems to be flying! Before we realise it will be Christmas Eve and we will all be sitting around waiting for our kids to finally go to sleep so we can finish wrapping presents and putting them under the tree.
But for now. Let’s get back to this week and my Christmas stocking series. I thought I’d end it with a post about our Christmas Stocking traditions. Just like our Christmas tree tradition I wrote about last year, our Christmas stocking tradition came out of necessity and is all our children’s doing!
You see when E&Ff were little they were petrified of Santa. And I mean screaming heebie-jeebies petrified. We have exactly zero photos with them even in the same vicinity of the jolly old man because just the thought of visiting Santa would put them both into hysterics. So imagine the petrified looks we would get when they thought about Santa coming into their bedroom! I mean you can’t blame them and surely it is a bit silly to, on the one hand, be telling children not to even speak to strangers and yet on the other go inviting one bearded old man right up next to their beds year after year!
When they were three, the first year they were really Santa-conscious, our Christmas Eve bedtime went something along these lines:
Just to set the scene imagine it’s bedtime and two howling three year olds are clutching their stockings.
‘Nooooooo, of course Santa doesn’t come up to your room, he’s busy putting the presents under the tree!’
Cue slightly relieved faces
‘The elves come and fill your stockings.’
More tears and quivery lips but no screams
‘But we don’t want the Elves in our room!’
‘Did I say in your room? Silly me I meant outside your door! The stockings go on the landing so the elves can fill them!’
‘Oh, okay then!’
And that was how it all began…
Now every year the kids leave their stockings right outside their bedroom door so that
one of us the elves can fill them up with all their goodies while the other one Santa is putting the gifts under the tree! I will say that this has made our chances of getting caught a lot lower as we don’t need to actually go into their rooms just plonk them on the landing as we go to bed, so its a win-win really!
I have just remembered another little thing (not so much tradition, more necessity) that benefits us is the fact that the kids come and tell us they are awake and either:
a) Get a stern but sleepy talking to as its only 3/4/5am and is certainly NOT the time to be opening the stockings!
or get told:
b) Okay its 6.30am open your stockings but DO NOT (unless someone is bleeding or broken) come back in until at least 7am! Of course when they were little they would sit in our bed to open them while we contemplated how many extra minutes we could make that squishy Santa be the most amazing toy in the world before we have to give in and actually open our eyes.
Now they are older they all go off and pile onto one bed and have a jolly old time while we snooze for those last few precious moments before the chaos that is Christmas commences!
Did you see the rest of my Christmas Stocking posts? You can find them here:
Where do your stockings live on Christmas Eve?