One year, when the kids were over at Grandma's house, I went up into the attic, right above the young'ns bedroom. With eye hooks, pulleys, hoof noise junk, string, oh and of course jingle bells, I proceeded to put together a surprise. I coiled up the end of the strings above the disappearing stair hatch. It's midnight Christmas eve, so I cracked open the hatch, got the strings down, and started my puppet noise show. I thought I did a great job sounding like reindeer hooves. My kids woke up screaming! Totally fricked out! It took a long while for us to convince them that it's alright to go back to bed. I told them that they probably scared Santa off with their screams, as there were no presents left under the tree yet. But he would be back. Two hours after they got back to bed, I was out in the yard making sleigh and hoof marks. Sure glad they finally grew up. (well,sort of)
"They say with age comes wisdom. I don't think I'm aging."