There’s two kinds of people in this world:
(and no, I’m not talking about those who like Neil Diamond, and those who don’t)
Christmas Eve present openers, and the Christmas Morning crew.
Two distinct camps, each convinced their way is the right way.
(Really, I’m surprised wars haven’t been fought.)
I grew up as an Eve opener. We’d stare at the clock until exactly 7 p.m. Then, we were allowed to walk over to my grandparents. The whole mess was over by 7:30, 8 at the latest. (To make it last longer, I’d always volunteer to pass out presents, leaving my own pile until everyone was done.)
Sure, Santa would come around in the morning with one present. But really, it was over.
So I grew up as an Eve opener, always secretly wanting to be a Morning.
Now that I’m the boss of me, I’m a confirmed Morning opener. I like to draw these things out as long as possible. I think my kids do, too.
I love the anticipation.
Have a wonderful Christmas Eve, everybody.