extra special organic flying
carrots, i would think.
i loved reading all of these responses. keep 'em coming.
yt and hb, my maternal uncles, who always played santa since they were big, blue eyed scandinavian guys, would have loved your traditions. i've never heard of anyone leaving alcohol out for santa. umm, or is that how the reindeer fly?
i can see it now. after a few stops, they just think they're flying, all the while sparks are roostering out behind the sled with the police in hot pursuit, santa chuckling at how spike strips don't work on a sled.
bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do...
umm, sorry, getting back to tradition. we left out milk, cookies (always "chips ahoy" chocolate chip cookies) and carrots, which my dad ate as he and mom wrapped the presents and shoo'd us back to bed at 3am. dad always left one cookie with a big bite in it on the plate, and the carrots partially eaten on the floor with some hay and muddy reindeer tracks, of which mom potested.
the year i got wise to santa, i marked the underside of the cookies so i could try to track them. i was finally sure that santa was actually uncle arthur when i found the marked cookies back in the bag.
i didn't even get the enjoyment older siblings have of ruining that fact for anyone, since i was the youngest of 6, and all of my cousins were older too.
i remember one year, while i still believed, hearing mom and dad go to bed just before sunrise. i snuck to the top of the stairs with dad's camera all ready, then proceeded to fall asleep. i awoke with a special note in my hand from santa, asking if he could have a copy of the pictures if i got any good shots. i ended up doing that for a few years because my parents thought it was so cute, and i figured that i'd get better presents if i hammed it up for whomever was leaving the gifts for us.
i don't remember what we ate on christmas eve; probably something quick that mom made, because christmas day was the big feast.