Except you Veldron - we've already gotten WAY too much information about your holiday tradition

...kidding! ...you might want to post that story here for those people that missed Tristalyn's show.

Ok, so I'll start...
When we were very small kids (there are 5 of us), my mom, who is a nurse, had to work long hours, often 11:00 pm on Christmas eve until 7:00 am Christmas morning. So as a result, a tradition was born. We weren't allowed to run down the steps at the butt crack of dawn and tear open our gifts like our friends did. We had to wait at the top of the stairs so my mom could get a quick power nap in before the day of chaos began. Meanwhile, my dad and my aunt did any last minute assembly and finished decorating the tree (because we believed that Santa trimmed the tree).
When we got a bit older my mom got better hours but the tradition remained. We had to wait. We waited form my grandmother to get there so she could see us come down. We waited for the coffee to be made. We waited for my dad to get his eyes (contact lenses) in. We waited until they felt they had tortured us enough and let us come down.

We waited.
And it was great.

The anticipation only made it better. Also while all our friends were done ripping through all their gifts, we still had ours to open.
I say again, it was great.

So great that I have continued the tradition with my own kid. He waits. He waits for me to make the coffee. He waits until I get my eyes in. He waits for his grandparents to get there. He waits for me to get the camera pointed at just the right angle. He waits. Its wonderful.


Okie...that's my story... Who's next?