A few years ago, I agreed with a neighbor that on New Year’s Eve he would come in, whisper and leave gifts under the tree for my children. And here is the hour of the night, I lay the children and say that you need to at least pretend to sleep in order for Santa Claus to come. We all fell to bed and pretended we were sleeping. We hear the door open, someone enters, says something and leaves, and when we leave the bedroom, we see gifts under the tree. If I hadn’t organized it myself, I would have believed it.) Children have emotions and miracles!