In general, my parents did a good job of not spoiling my brother and me. The only time they set aside this rule was Christmas. They always went all out with decorations, food, and especially gifts. Thus, as kids (and bigger kids), my brother and I anxiously awaited Christmas morning.
Every year, my brother and I pushed to have Christmas morning start earlier and earlier. It got to the point that my parents had to put an official start time for our Christmas celebrations to begin. My brother and I would wake up early in the morning, usually two or three, and watch tv, play games, and countdown to our official start of Christmas. As soon as the clock struck five o'clock, we would barrel up the stairs to my parent’s bedroom to wake them up.
Once we were all awake, we headed to the living room together. We started with our stockings, opening each tiny wrapped package.
Left-Circa 1995/Right-Circa 1998
After stockings, we moved on to the regular Christmas gifts. First, we would sort all of the gifts under the tree. We would then take turns opening our gifts one by one, always in a predetermined order set by my mother. It was always a long process and even though we started when the sky was pitch black, the sun would be up and out by the time we finished.
Our Christmas mornings started so early, I usually ended up needing a nap before lunch.
Did anyone else have an official start time for Christmas morning? Happy Holidays everyone!