Ohhhh, just reading these gave me such lovely Christmas feels.
As others have said, it was the excitement of knowing 'he'd been'! The thought that he had magically sneaked in and filled it without making me, that he got round the world in one night, that I had been good enough to get a visit (and there would be presents downstairs) was thrilling.
Part of it was because I grew up in a lower working class family and so getting presents/toys throughout the year just didn't happen. We would visit the giant toy floor in the local department store for a day trip and look at the toys, but we NEVER bought anything. Birthdays were modest, and so when we had stocking, followed by numerous presents under the tree, well we knew that MUST be Santa, because our parents could/would never spend that much.
I used to get some nice little toys linked to what I liked (e.g. Care Bear stickers, skipping rope, scrunchie etc-I was a child of the 80s). However, every year there was always a clementine, a few chocolate gold coins and a few coins 10p/50p wtc dated that year that were super shiny. I do similar with my kiddos and...
...I still get one, as does my brother and our partners. I make my parents one, and any relatives we see on the day (normally 2 uncles and an aunt) get one too! I still love mine and have already started buying bits for my parent's ones. So far my dad has a bamboo travel mug, a tub of tiger balm and a mini sewing kit, my mum has a French olive soap, a mini pack of blank cards from a local artist, a tiny perfume and a whiskey miniature.
We did try the sacks, but I prefer doing a stocking, wrapping individual gifts and spreading them out under the tree for the 'wow' factor when they walk in. Probably because it gave me such a thrill as a child to have it like that.