Each year, Mom and Dad would get me out of the closet and use me to wrap the latest toys and goodies that they had gotten the kids with the hopes that they would believe that Santa Claus had given those gifts to them.

And in spite of the fact that I would feel like screaming my lungs out every single time those kids rip and tear me to shreds while opening their presents, I really do not care because deep down inside, I had done my part to make this a real Merry Christmas.

And of course, I agree with Mom and Dad that the kids would be able to carry on the tradition with kids of their own.

But until then, I would just be happy to wish them all Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year while they are still under this one roof.