My dad used to burn a match and then using one of my Sindis shoes made small footprints from the soot - for years I thought it was the fairies that had left footprints on the windowsill. We alo had a poster of Santa that went on the living room door the wrong way round when we got to bed but when we got up in the morning - if he had been it was the right way round.
Xmas was so magical for me I would love to be able to fell like that again.