We had a chimney but the fireplace was blocked by a Kosi heater. That didn’t prevent the arrival of Santa.
We children saved our pennies and went shpping for small gifts for each other and our parents. Today it seems more like Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, whereas ours was more for sharing.
I have a photo of myself taken 73 years ago. I was sitting on this old bloke’s knee, a terrified look on my face.
My own children did not have Santa at all. One Christmas morning a lady at church asked my eldest Did Santa bring you something nice, or words to that effect. He just looked at her blankly.
I have always had a horror of consumerism. Besides my husband had very little tradition of gift giving, and none at all of Santa. His Christmas stocking was stocked with fruit and sweets for good boys
And coal for bad boys.