Trying to be on my best behavior at this time of the year, since Santa is tallying up his gift list for the well behaved. Every year, my mom used to ask him for five good kids. Whether she was rewarded her wish or not was never determined because were usually too busy making tracks, out of a spanking's reach. Speaking of tracks, Hot Wheel tracks were often the weapon of choice, or whatever else we still had scattered across the floor when she asked us to clean up.
"Spare the rod and spoil the child" never crossed many of our parents' minds back in those days. Maybe we exaggerate the severity of the punishment just a little bit, now that "time outs" have become standard. But after we'd all experienced our share of burning bottoms, I'd have to say that my mom finally got her wish.