One Christmas when I was small, my mom was having  a difficult time getting me to go to bed on Christmas Eve.   Someone rang our door bell  and when my Dad opened the door, there stood Santa Clause! "Santa" was  going to a neighbor's home but he had the wrong address.  My Dad asked him to come and help get me into bed.  Wow, was I surprised to see Santa!  I was getting close to the age of not believing, but this cured me for at least another year and I went to sleep very quickly.  A special tradition when I was getting a little older was going to Midnight  mass and opening our presents when we got home.  My family is Slovak so the tradition was to have cooked  kielbasa and poppy seed cake while we opened the presents! I continued that tradition on Christmas Eve even when my parents would come out to visit us in California and bring the goodies to eat with them from New Jersey!