I remember the first time I spent Christmas with my former wife’s family.Our daughter and her family live on the street above us. We do Christmas with her, her husband and the 3 children on Christmas Eve. On Christmas Day we go watch the kids open their presents. When they were little our granddaughter(she’s the oldest) would call us at the ass crack of dawn to come see because they couldn’t go down stairs until we got there. They are in college now, and you just about have to drag them out of bed on Christmas Morning. At least I get to sleep a little later.
The entire family made fun of how early her younger brother (age 26) got up on Christmas morning and made the rest of the family get up……5, 5:30, 6:00 am…..
On a normal day off, he woke up at 9, 10 or so.
He was the sainted child in the family, so they all accommodated him.
I told him that I was willing to be up and celebrating Christmas at 8:00 am (the youngest person in the house was 17). I added that if he woke me earlier, I’d go into a bathroom and not come out until 9:00 am.
The entire family was glad to end the childish early start to Christmas. 8:00 am it was (the 17 year-old was hoping for 10, but damn glad it wasn’t 5 or 6).
