My parents were European so we celebrated Christmas on Christmas Eve. They were poor so we didn't get a lot of presents but my father had a knack making it 'magical'. My sister and I would be playing and we would hear the jingle of bells so we would run to our parents and Dad (bells were hidden) would tell us that Santa had just been. We would either get a new dress or a pair of shoes and maybe a toy but that was all. This was in the 1950s so times were different to now but they are nice memories.