"once you don't believe in Santa you get underwear."
LOL when i was a child, it was either underwear or socks. there was 12 of us kids and not enough money for much more than necessities. Welfare would always send gifts from Santa--those were the ones we looked forward to getting. one year i noticed my father wasnt opening his gifts so i asked him why. he picked each one up separately and said " this one is socks. This is underwear, This is more socks" etc. I thought about how mad i would be if that was all the enthusiasm i could get toward the gifts i received. so from then on I always made sure there was a gift for him that he coudnt guess the contents--some were useful items like the quilted flannel shirts he loved, others he would have never bought for himself like the fly casting rod. Xmas became more fun for me with watching his face light up over a gift he wasnt expecting.