We had fun in my family growing up, and I kept the tradition going when I had kids. Once a child figures out that there is no Santa, then they get to pick out all of the goodies to stuff the stockings with (including what goes in their own stocking). They also get to get back up out of bed once the others are sleeping and stuff away. I was the youngest and the last to get to stuff stockings, but it was still just as special, and I got to do it for a long time. Mom still stuck surprises into mine that I didn't know about, so the magic was still there for everyone.
No matter where I serve my guests, it seems they like my kitchen best