My Mr. Santa and I just finished filling stockings. It’s 1:45 a.m. here. I can’t outstay the kids any more. They just have to look the other way and wait until morning. I’m on my way to bed at last.
Last year I asked them if they really still wanted to hang stockings. They are both over 21. They said, “Are you kidding, Mum? We’d be crazy to say no.”
This has been one of my favorite parts of Christmas for as long as I’ve been a parent. By the time they are filling stocking after midnight, though, it will definitely stop.