Every Christmas each celebrating family has some sort of tradition. As the norm families read the night before Christmas and then put their children to sleep — waiting to run downstairs and look under the tree with a smile on their face.
In my case it is different. As a little girl I believed Santa was real so my siblings and I would go to sleep each night on Christmas Eve excited to wake-up and see what Santa had brought. That lasted until I was eight years old, when I realized Santa was not real.
How we celebrate our Christmas now is we all gather on Christmas Eve, open one present, which is always pajamas — although we have to act surprised. After we change into our pajamas, we have a dinner of finger foods or potato soup, and watch Christmas movies. When everyone is done eating my sister and I clean up the kitchen, then we all go sit in the living room and my older brother passes all the presents around. Once everyone has all their presents we open them from youngest to oldest. After we’re all done opening our presents, we get our stockings and all open them at once.
The next day on, Christmas we have a Christmas lunch. My grandparents then come over and bring our stockings. My grannie’s stockings are the things I looked forward to the most because you never know what you are going to get. She puts the most random things in them.
Christmas is my favorite time of the year because it is when all our family is gathered together, and there is so much joy and laughter throughout the day. I love my family traditions as I love my family with all my heart, I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
