Both of our homes in OH had pull-down steps to the space over the garage,
Addie. The unheated space over the garage.
We'd keep the kids' gifts in the car trunk until they were sound asleep, them move them up to the crawl "attic". Once we were done shopping for that year, I'd bundle up and head up with tape, scissors, and wrapping paper for both Christmas and birthdays. Lucky all-of-us, their birthday is on December 29. Working one kid at a time, I'd pick out the best and second-best gift, wrap one for Christmas and one for birthday. Then I'd set aside one or two more gifts for birthday, and wrap the rest for Christmas. Two or three of them (we often went for lots of less pricey gifts instead of one big one since that worked for us) would be from "Santa", they were always in a different paper than all the others, they were on the fireplace hearth instead of under the tree, and I had enough of that pattern of wrap to last enough Christmases until they figured out who "Santa" was.
Come December 26th, if we had missed a really special gift, we had a couple days to make things right.
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I'm sneezing my head off, followed by blowing and wiping my nose off of my face.
The smart side of my brain says "Go to bed!" while the obviously bigger side of my brain continues to play on the computer. The time has come for me to say goodnight. Good night! Good night. Good Night. Good...night......