I wrote this years ago, when my son was still almost young enough to believe in Father Christmas. He said to me a couple of days ago “Mum, I need you to pass a message on to the big man in red - last year’s stocking was way too utilitarian. This year, no shaving stuff in my stocking, please.” Make of that what you will. You’ll also note that I must have written it before the advent of the Fucking Elf on the Fucking Shelf, about which the less said the better. Enjoy. Merry Christmas!
My mother was like your parents--this made me tear up. Thanks! (Also, don't lie to kids....)