Since 2003, Carol and I treat our grandchildren to Sack Time on Christmas Eve.
You know, we have 12 grandchildren. Buying presents is fun, but wrapping all is a chore.
The sacks are pillow cases with each child's name on it. After the traditional Christmas Eve meal, and at the command "go", the kids dive into their sacks. You have never seen a neat looking house be turned into a path of a hurricane in less than five minutes. You should hear the whooping and screeching and giggling and oohs and aahs.
Back when some of the young'ns were two and three years old, they actually disappeared into their sack, digging for treasures.
Each year the kids have a count-down as to how many days are left till 'Sack Time'.
Keeping track of 12 children's gifts can be a nightmare. But, with the sack ready, Carol just pitches the doodads, from pickles to cream soda, toys to posters, beef jerky to tools, boots to funky sox, nail polish to smelly stuff. –– On and on, all into the ready sacks until that magic night.
Of course, we have batteries ready, so everything can be tried out.
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1 comment:
What a great idea—fun and ecologically sound!
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