When I was younger, my brother and I would wake up at 5 AM on Christmas morning and go jump on Mom and Dad's bed. The rule was that we couldn't open presents until everyone was up and in the living room. We also read the Christmas story straight out of Luke. Finally, we got to rip into into our Santa-bounty.
Now that we're older, things aren't quite as chaotic. This year, we woke up and waited for my brother and his family to arrive, which wasn't until 11.
We spent the day opening presents, eating, and just being a family.
Chris and Angie got Andrew and John a Wii for Christmas.
And Mom totally dominated at boxing. And golf. And bowling. She's a video game junkie at heart, but she'd never admit it. She's even played guitar hero.
That evening, we went to my Grandparents' house for more celebrating with Dad's side of the extended family.
I really can't describe how great it was being home for Christmas again. I love my family so much, and I'd come home more often if I could. It's a shame Christmas comes but once a year.
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