I cannot remember if our first born was 3 or 4 years old. The little house we lived in had a garage that apparently had been an addition after the house was built, because there was a window by the dining room table that looked out in to the garage. We had a curtain over the window so it would not be our constant view.
Anyway, that Christmas our daughter was getting a swing set from Santa Claus. On Christmas Eve, my brother and I decided to put it together in the garage, in the afternoon, so that all we would have to do later was move it out into the yard. We were doing great, almost finished in fact, when we looked up and saw my daughter looking excitedly out the window at her new swings.
We told her that Santa had left it early so that we could have it together for her on Christmas morning. She accepted that, and we all lived happily ever after.
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