I grew up pretty poor, but to my parent’s credit our Christmases were special, they never blamed us or Santa for the number of, or absence of gifts. The rituals were more important than the items, which always instigated grubby self centered arguments among the piglets, I mean children. These arguments were inevitably met with hours of Bible study about the meanings of Christmas, and the loss of said items. We learned pretty quick to shut up and be thankful! How disappointing for my folks though. Effort and sacrifice just to have it end like that.