Yes, kinda. We never had a fireplace so we would each get a spot in the room where we could put one. Usually a chair or on the couch. We would always look forward to going to our socks and I remember the two things that we could always count on being in the sock were an orange and a small thought book from mom and dad. I don't really remember when I stopped believing in Santa Claus and maybe that was because I knew mom and dad were always a part of it since they apparently gave the books to him to put into the sock.
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