When I was growing up one of the most magical parts of Christmas was THAT moment – the moment you look down at the bedpost at the bottom of the bed and see a full, bulging stocking with a rounded toe (requisite satsuma) and something shiny and papery sticking out of the top.
That image, in the early morning dark-light, is seared on my memory – it signifies the start of Christmas morning and is the sprinkling of magic that lasts long after you find out that Farmer Christmas asks your parents to ‘help’ him each year.
I’ve been thinking about this and I’m just not sure I’m going to be able to make it as magical for my two year old as my parents did for me. Yes I have some fabulous stocking gifts and, of course, we’ll leave out whisky, mince pies and a carrot BUT there a few issues.
Firstly we don’t have a fireplace so I’m busy thinking of a slightly alternative entrance for the magic man…through the window? Does he have a spare key? Whatever we land on I fear it will be marginally more in line with 2015 H&S guidelines than the traditional tumble into a smouldering grate. Ooo festive.
Next is the logistics of the present drop – where to leave it…on the corner of the cot? Maybe. On the door handle? Possibly. My son is a light sleeper and has an extraordinarily bright nightlight on in his room all night. I hope by next Christmas this habit that will have faded but, for this year, there’s a strong chance F.C’s nighttime gift shenanigans will be floodlit and with an audience. So I think we’re leaning towards a stocking location just outside his bedroom door…magic.
When my parents were old enough to be trusted to help with the present drop I used to marvel at how they managed to do it at just the right time that ensured the stocking wasn’t full at any point when I woke in the night BUT it was always full in the morning. I must remember to ask my Mother about her tactics…I have a hunch she used to set an alarm for 4am/5am.
As a sleep-hungry parent of a relatively wakeful toddler I am in awe of this commitment to the Christmas cause. I can’t in all honesty say I’m going to do the same this year…I suppose it depends on my instructions from the bearded boss which I’m fully expecting will arrive postmarked from the North Pole soon. Fingers crossed.
Hmm all-in-all a bit haphazard. I think I can get away with it this year. But I’ll work on my story and my execution of it over the next year and herby promise myself, my son (silently), you, and Father Christmas (via magic) that 2016 and every year after will be utterly watertight-believable. And when 2019/2020 rolls around not even the mischievous child in the playground sharing the ‘real’ story will take away my son’s magic and the sparkly feeling in his tummy when he pictures the red & white stocking at the end of his bed.