It sounds dramatic, but I'm bereft.
Thought my 9 year old had gone to bed, so up to my room I go, into the dressing room off the bedroom and retrieve the Santa stocking from the boiler cupboard to shove something in it...
In walks 9 year old.
Saw everything (well the sack and one long wrapped present, the rest are in the bottom)
I let out a noise that can only be described as a feral cat crossed with Michael Jackson.
Yes child is 9, and could possibly have an inkling but I didn't want it this way. They looked crestfallen, claims they didn't see anything, and looked very sheepish going back to bed.
Arse.