When I was a child on Christmas morning, we got presents from Santa. That was it. I don't recall getting presents from my parents until after we no longer believed in Santa.
So when Peter and Sarah were born, that's what we did - presents from Santa. So even though I spend all the time deciding what to buy, do all the shopping and do all the wrapping, I let Santa get all the glory.
Now I'm beginning to rethink this.
On Christmas morning Peter sat in the middle of a huge pile of wrapping paper and presents and looked around for more gifts to unwrap.
Peter said, "Hey Mom. Did you get me anything?"
I think next year Santa and I are going halfsies.