When I was 6 I caught my parents wrapping presents in the middle of the night, and promtly told my 4 year brother that there was no such thing as Santa, not realizing it would crush him. So, many years of guilt later, when I had my daughter I decided that Santa didn't get to bring all of the presents. That way I could take her shopping with me, she always got to pick out gifts for her family members, help me wrap them, and I didn't have to take the chance of getting caught like my parents. To make it fun Santa didn't wrap presents. He was to busy delivering gifts all over the world to take the time to wrap, or even to place things neatly. Santa gifts were always heavy duty and/or non breakable. They got tossed and wherever they landed, there they stayed. They were often upside down, sometimes even in the tree. And he always made a mess with the cookies and milk. We also gave the reindeer veggies, bits of which, obviously chewed first, would end up all over the back yard. I believe my daughter had more fun with finding the mess that got left, then what gifts she got. She believed in Santa until she was 12. And although Christmas morning is much neater, and easier now, I miss the joy that Santa's messes brought.