Waiting for Santa is such an experience! When I was little, I would wake up as early as possible, tiptoe downstairs in the dark, and look over the presents—counting how many we got and maybe giving one or two a careful shake. A lot of times, you could tell what they were. (Have you ever tried wrapping a tennis racket?) Then I’d head back upstairs and wake everyone else. We couldn’t open anything until the whole family was together.
