Sometime between maybe '79 and '83, there was a particularly memorable Christmas. We drove across the state to my grandparents' huge ranch home (I visited the new owners as an adult, turns out it was a normal-sized house). Waking up on Christmas morning with all my cousins, aunts, and uncles there, anxiously waiting while Grandpa built a fire in the fireplace, absolutely dying to finally open presents. Some adult walked in dressed as Santa to hand out presents and I never did figure out who it was.