When my daughter was a toddler, Christmas was a much more simple affair.
Her handle on Santa Claus was fair at best, and anticipation of the big day was tepid. Decorated trees were nice, cheerful lights were nice, and merry songs were nice as well. Santa was still being deliberated.

My daughter was told he was a grand old fellow who delivered gifts to all the children who had been good, and she was assured that she had made the grade. Her take on the whole thing was, well…Santa was a loud...