One very special Christmas comes to mind, When my wife and I decided the time was right to purchase and have a home built for us, and of course, back then, our kids were still little tykes. Well, we sold our townhouse in two weeks unexpectedly and we moved in with my wifes parents. At first they (the kids) were all very excited about the idea of first staying with Grandmom and Grandpop, having a new home built, making new friends, neighborhood, school, etc... but as the construction dragged on, and then it came to a grinding halt during a bad/ snowy winter, while Christmas was fast approaching, the kids started to become very upset that Santa would not know where they were living. Around the 23rd of December, my daughter (who was 4 years old at the time) was really quiet that evening, sitting on her little pony rocking horse, holding her "blankie", when she slowly got off, came over to me and crawled up on my lap and started to cry. She was certain, that Santa was not going to know where she was at and that he would not be able to find her to leave any presents. Then, I saw my 6 year old watching me and the look on his face was as though he lost his best friend.
Well, of course, by that time, I had both of them up on my lap, I hugged them both and told them that Daddy had sent a letter to Santa telling him where we were living and that I was positive that Santa would not forget them on Christmas day.
So, on Christmas eve, I told them both to put some reindeer food (bird seed) outside on the lawn and patio for Santa's reindeer eat because grandpop didn't have a big roof for Santa to land his sleigh there. And I told them both, that first thing they do when they wake up on Christmas morning, is to run to the window, look outside and if they see the tracks from Santa's sleigh in the snow and also see if the reindeer food was gone. Well, needless to say, Santa did not forget them, and at the crack of dawn, they both jumped out of bed, ran to the window and all you heard was yelling all through the house from the window to the Christmas tree.
Needless to say, Dad was pretty tired from laying a 2x4 in the snow and walking on it length ways in the middle of the night from one end of the yard and back, making sure in the process that I did not fall off while making sleigh tracks at 3 am.
To this day, they still talk about that night and that was 12 years ago.