We had a tradition on the night of Christmas Eve Eve.

At midnight one of us would do the rounds with one of the toy Santa’s decorating the house.  One that had a bell that tinkled.

Or maybe the talking Christmas Tree that went “Ho Ho Ho” before singing “Jingle Bell Rock”.

And as we went in and out of the children’s bedrooms we would be calling “Ho Ho Ho .. it’s Christmas Eve Eve … Ho Ho Ho .. it’s Christmas Eve Eve … “ And four bleary-eyed children would stumble downstairs where they each opened a chocolate selection box from under the tree and munched – along with hot chocolate brewed in a pan on the stove.  And when they were suitably sleep deprived – and bouncing off the ceiling – we all went back to bed.

Leaving Christmas Eve night stockings at the end of the beds…