I've decided that the kids are wrong about Santa Claus. William was telling me how he starts visiting homes as soon as the kids have gone to bed and manages to travel the whole world between then and when they get up in the morning. But he's missing something.
Parents don't go to bed when kids do. Especially on Christmas Eve. Especially when not all of the presents have been wrapped. Especially when none of the presents has been wrapped. You know how it goes. So the parents are up until, oh, two or three in the morning, wrapping, cleaning, preparing.
And then the kids get up at some ridiculous hour. Five o'clock, for example. This leaves St. Nick less than three hours at best to make the rounds.
And yet this morning, there they were. Presents from Santa, in a kind of paper different from all the other presents, that weren't there when we went to sleep.
Pretty neat trick.
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