What do you leave out for Santa?
Just wondering. Seems like most people with kids (or when they were kids) put out milk and cookies for Santa. And when the kids come out in the morning the plate and glass are empty.
I must have grown up in a dysfunctional family because my parents always put out a ham and cheese on rye bread and a cold bottle of beer (Knickerbocker or Pabst Blue Ribbon as I recall). And in the morning the sandwich was gone and the bottle was empty thus proving the existence of Santa Clause!:D
Can I be Santa at your house?
I'm putting out my cable bill. hope the old guy forks over for it.
We used to leave my Dad passed out under the tree. Santa never took him, though. :rolleyes:
we leave a couple cookies, a glass of soy milk, and some baby carrots for the reindeer.
cliche? well duh. we read 'The Night Before Christmas' before bed too.
Seems kinda silly when we have big kids, but they'll probably want to do the milk & cookies thing anyway.
Although, a ham on rye and a beer sounds much better.
All the kids' presents are already under the tree (and they're arguing because one got 8, the other got 9, sigh) but Santa still needs to stop by and fill their stockings.
We leave out the burnt or crooked cookies that aren't fit to give to the neighbors, because according to Princess ot R, Santa isn't picky, he likes the burnt ones. And of course carrots for the reindeer. I can't wait.
We used to leave a glass of sherry and a mince pie for Santa and a carrot for the reindeer.
I think sherry and a mince pie is more traditional over here than milk and cookies, but that may be changing.
A cuban cigar and glass of Irish Whiskey.
it was a glass of sherry and mince pie when I was a kid too
...and a carrot for rudolph.
but here it's milk and cookies (LAME) ..and a carrot
nothing. One or more dogs would get to whatever was left out before Santa ever could.
I don't think we got into all that as kids. Santa was there to give US presents, not the other way around damnit!
We used to leave a glass of sherry and a mince pie for Santa and a carrot for the reindeer.
it was a glass of sherry and mince pie when I was a kid too ...and a carrot for rudolph.
Ditto. Well, after all, Mum & Dad would get it (shhhhhh!) so it might as well be something interesting! In fact in later years it was whisky, but sherry was cheaper, so it was the staple in the '70s.
In fact there are general comments made in stand up or You've Been Framed about Santa being drunk - it really is the norm for alcohol to be left.
Do any parents still bite the carrot and show it to their children as proof of reindeer? Mine did. I mourned the loss of the belief in reindeer far more than I did Father Christmas. I was promised I could go and feed them the next year. They knew they were going to tell me you see. I cried. I think that's why they bought me a rabbit :)
Ours usually find that most of the carrot has been eaten. Given that we're near the end of Santa's trip, you'd think the reindeer would be full by then, but I guess they use a lot of energy.
Still, one carrot between all those reindeer... Not much is it?
I wonder how they dig them up in their natural habitat tho.
I remember one Christmas eve night, my big brother came into my bedroom and, finding me awake, told me he could hear reindeer hooves and jingling sleighbells. So convincing was he, that I convinced myself I could hear them too.
Ours usually find that most of the carrot has been eaten. Given that we're near the end of Santa's trip, you'd think the reindeer would be full by then, but I guess they use a lot of energy.
Santa's rig runs on "natural gas". ;)
Sooooooooooooo......did y'all really believed in Santa Claus when you were younger? Just wondering.... :p
I was brought up a practising Catholic.
Some of the things I heard grown-ups try to explain were far weirder than Father Christmas, honestly.
Like I said, I cried when I was told.
I'd held out against my doubts for quite a while because of the promise of feeding the reindeer. I had to believe they were true because I wanted them to be so much.
Then again I genuinely believed I would find Narnia one day.
I was a passionate child.
My mother doesn't believe in fairy tales (except the 'going to heaven' one). So sis and I grew up knowing there was no Santa Claus, or Easter Bunny or Tooth Fairy or any other fun, imaginative creature. As a result, I've made certain to encourage my children with many little magical and mythical practices.
We always leave out cookies and milk, and a carrot for the reindeer. :D
either cookies & milk; or a sandwich & beer
and cereal for the reindeer
I believed in Santa Clause, I didn't believe in Santa Clause, I *am* Santa Clause.