As kids Christmas Eve was the same every year. We would go out to Grandpa and Grandmas, have to sing at church and then go home and open presents!!! That was our favorite part and after two long church services couldn't ever come fast enough.
I remember always leaving Santa cookies and a diet coke. Mom always told is that Santa didn't like warm milk that had been sitting out. So anyways after church we would head home but Dad would want to drive around and look at lights. Nooooo we just wanted to get home to those presents. Then we would get home and dad would find some I obnoxious Christmas music and we would be so antsy to open presents. Finally it was time and one by one we could open them.
Amazing how the presents are the only detail I barely remember. Mom and Dad both knew Christmas was so much more than opening presents and I hope that I can pass that along to my kids when they are old enough someday!
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