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When I was a child this is what we did on Christmas morning - -
1) Open stockings (only after Mom & Dad were up too)
2) Go to Mass
3) Eat brunch
4) THEN we opened presents - - one every 1/2 hour. My Mom or Dad would pass out a gift to each of us kids and then everyone had to watch as each person opened their gift. Then we'd wait 30 minutes and do it again. We had Christmas presents to open well into the evening.
It was funny because one year for Christmas we went to Connecticut to stay with cousins. On Christmas morning they dashed to the tree and it was a gift-opening frenzy. My sister, brother & I stood there with our jaws dropped. That's not the way you are supposed to do it! It really freaked us out.
Now that I have a child (one DD, 10 yo) I try to follow my parents' system but it doesn't quite work out because DH is like "let her open her gifts". He was from a gift-opening frenzy family.
For the past couple of years what "Santa" has done is leave a letter and envelope with numbered pieces of paper in DD's stocking. DD draws a number and then looks for the gift with that number and that's the gift she opens. I can usually get her to wait 10-15 minutes between gifts. Last year I also had a 'bonus gift'. The last remaining box (it wasn't numbered) had a scavenger hunt clue inside. That clue led her to another clue and so on until she found a final surprise gift. It was fun writing up different clues.
I think "Santa" will be doing the same things this year. I'll do anything to make Christmas day last longer! Ho!Ho!Ho!
Merry Christmas!
1) Open stockings (only after Mom & Dad were up too)
2) Go to Mass
3) Eat brunch
4) THEN we opened presents - - one every 1/2 hour. My Mom or Dad would pass out a gift to each of us kids and then everyone had to watch as each person opened their gift. Then we'd wait 30 minutes and do it again. We had Christmas presents to open well into the evening.
It was funny because one year for Christmas we went to Connecticut to stay with cousins. On Christmas morning they dashed to the tree and it was a gift-opening frenzy. My sister, brother & I stood there with our jaws dropped. That's not the way you are supposed to do it! It really freaked us out.
Now that I have a child (one DD, 10 yo) I try to follow my parents' system but it doesn't quite work out because DH is like "let her open her gifts". He was from a gift-opening frenzy family.
For the past couple of years what "Santa" has done is leave a letter and envelope with numbered pieces of paper in DD's stocking. DD draws a number and then looks for the gift with that number and that's the gift she opens. I can usually get her to wait 10-15 minutes between gifts. Last year I also had a 'bonus gift'. The last remaining box (it wasn't numbered) had a scavenger hunt clue inside. That clue led her to another clue and so on until she found a final surprise gift. It was fun writing up different clues.
I think "Santa" will be doing the same things this year. I'll do anything to make Christmas day last longer! Ho!Ho!Ho!
Merry Christmas!
On Christmas Eve, we have homemade chili for dinner, then we set out sweets, "party food" like miniature quiches, cheese & crackers, etc., and "punch" made from ginger ale, cranberry juice, and Hawaiian Punch. We have the "party" while watching a Christmas movie, usually It's a Wonderful Life, but sometimes The Bishop's Wife or some similar classic Christmas film. Then we always say "Hee Haw and Merry Christmas" (have to see IAWL to get that
) and then off we go to bed. During the night, "Santa"
comes and leaves a stocking on the end of each bed (not so easy anymore now that all our feet practically hang off the end
) which we can open as soon as its light enough to see. We tiptoe into each other's rooms to see what the others got, and after a time the whispers and crackles wake up the parents. Both parents have to be up, and we light the trees and turn on Christmas music while Dad cooks breakfast of pancakes (another tradition is making miniscule pancakes out of leftover batter 
But then they still believe in Santa, so I would not want to miss that.

I was screaming and totally freaked out!
I pitched a fit! I remember dad telling me he could smell the cookies and got hungry but was planning on replacing them.
we'd take turns sleeping on each other's floor. So one year I'd sleep on his floor, the next year he'd sleep on my floor. We did this until I left for college!