Christmas Day

My family and I have exchanged our Christmas gifts. I'm so glad that I finally caught a little bit of Christmas spirit over the last couple of days. My sixteen-year-old son thinks he is so cool. He said he wasn't excited, but it was obviously that he was. He had to work today at 11:00 am. When I asked him yesterday if he wanted to open presents before or after work. He replied, "Before." His tone implied that I should have known. It had that teenager edge to it.

Although it is still fun to watch my children open gifts, it is vastly different from when they were little. When they were younger, we were up at the crack of dawn. You could hear them run down stairs, discussing along the way whether or not Santa had come by. Then they would come to our room to let us know that he had been there and that the reindeer didn't eat all of the carrots, but that Santa ate everything we left for him.

Yesterday, C2 decided that we would open gifts between 8 and 9 this morning. I thought he would be the first one downstairs. Oddly enough he wasn't, but I was. Maybe I was a little excited about opening presents too!