When the boys were young, from the beginning. We would have footprints on the carpet in the shape of Santa's boots-to look like snow fell off his boots. Or we had dried up prunes and we left some on the porch to show that the reindeer pooped on the porch. We'd take our stockings to our bed and we'd do paper, rock, scissors and the winner would pick the direction the person's would open. Then one at a time, we'd feel it, shake it whatever, and guess what it was. If the got it they could change the direction of opening gifts again. Stockings could take a few hr's but we had to much fun. Using duck tape whatever to make it harder to guess! We'd go into the kitchen for egg croissants. the eggs would be already cooked so all one had to do was reheat the egg and Americana cheese and zap the croissant for a sec. and our lundh was done. With some coffee we'd go to the living room. In the living room we would see Santa had eaten all of their snacks and maybe a bag of coal was found in the stocking so they had to pick up the papers when we were Thur. And we'd repeat the game again, of guess whats in the bag! After going threw all the presents one at a time it would be time for supper. I would of had the turkey all set in the oven and the mashed potatoes would be reheated and I'd make a gravy w/ the turkey juice along w/ the stuffing. Onions would of been placed in the turkey part was Thur cooking cuz we love to eat that also. I'd have meat pies all made up the day or week before. (or sooner, placed in the freezer) before The squash & turnip were cooked before. And my mothers pickled beets just have to be on the table w/ the pickles, olives and such. Fake champagne, juice, beer, juice and milk. Apple pie, choc chip & walnut coffee cake and brownies. That's all that I can think of But by the time it's put on the table and eaten you feel like a foul for not taken any help!
