Write about staying up late at night.
Tucked-up in bed they eagerly watched the laptop screen, tracking Santa as he made his rounds from the very first moment that he left the North Pole. It wasn’t long before the delivered presents tally climbed to numbers no longer readable, let alone say out loud.
Excitement grew as he got closer and closer and everyone was poised to listen for the tell-tale bells. They never heard him arrive as there wasn’t a sound but they knew he had been, Norad had said so.
Snuggling down they dreamed about Father Christmas and just what would await them under the tree.