I remember one year when my daughter was about 10 and my son was five, they got up about 2:30 in the morning to see if Santa came. I was still up, my husband was in the shower. He had just spent about 1 1/2 hours putting together a 10 speed bike. The kids got to the living room before I could stop them, and saw Santa had been there. I was a softie and didn't make them go back to bed, but they had to wait till Daddy was done to open their presents. While we were sitting there waiting, my son asked how Santa got in, since we didn't have a fireplace. I told him he just came right through the closed front door. His eyes lit up and he said, "mom, what did you say when you saw him?" Not thinking, I told him I said "holy sh*t!" Now, I NEVER swore in front of my kids, so they started laughing, and to this day (they are now 42 and 37) I still am reminded by them of this story. Of all the happy Christmas memories, this is the one they remember!