Stockings in their bedrooms to occupy them in the early hours.
Can’t go downstairs until the alarm is deactivated.
Once downstairs, Santa and Mum and Dad sourced presents are dispatched in a frenzy of flying paper. The actual contents of most of the parcels don’t register through the red mist of excitement.
Santa, being a forward thinking type of bloke, has been ahead of the game and has already opened most of the boxes, removed all sellotape and cable ties which may be restraining the goodies and helpfully preinstalled all batteries where possible, prior to wrapping.
This saves Dad spending most of Christmas day with a set of snips and a huge box of batteries and prevents a procession of sad faced panthercubs waiting to have their presents liberated, assembled and powered up. The one sentence that ruins Christmas for everyone is ” Is it finished yet Dad? Hurry Up!”
After breakfast – scrambled eggs and smoked salmon – a bit of a tidy up, opened presents moved to their room then an orderly opening of wrapped relatives and friends presents to allow Mum to write down who received what from whom for the thank you letters and to capture any gift receipts for stuff which might need exchanging due to sizing issues.
It’s like a well oiled machine.