Whenever we get home. My mom and I go to 8pm mass with my grandparents and then usually stay at their house for an hour or two after. This particular year, I had about five loads of laundry to fold in my room so I did that once I got home and heard from downstairs, "are you up there for good". I said that I hadn't really planned either way but I guess I could be and the response I got was "good, otherwise Christmas morning would be pretty sad for you when you realize that you have no presents but rather a sleeping mother under the tree". So I guess the point of that ramble was to get to the point that after laundry folding and all that jazz, it was 11:30 once I was in bed. I woke up at 5:30 to head over to my aunt and uncle's house to watch my cousins open gifts this (well, yesterday) morning.