I would have the day off from school so usually it would be spent staring outside at Christmas lights, or tinkling with the Christmas tree to make sure it was absolutely perfect for Santa. The evening would be spent arranging gifts under the tree and picking up loose tinsel that had fallen to the floor.
I really wasn’t allowed to eat cookies in my house so often I would leave some crackers and cheese for Santa because I knew he would be SO HUNGRY by the time he got to my house. Although I suspected my mother had something to do with it, I could never prove it because she went to bed before me and somehow when I woke up, the gift was there.
As the evening wore on, I would be brimming to the rim with anticipation and excitement, because in one nights sleep I would get EVERYTHING I ever wanted (which in retrospect was an appropriate amount of gifts). The night would be spent watching Christmas movies, and the clock very intently. The minutes simply could not move fast enough.
My mom would let me stay up for as long as I could, I’d try my best to stay up the whole night too.
I’d watch movies, the news, even Midnight Mass, but no matter how hard I tried I could not stay up for Santa’s arrival with “the big gift”.
Finally, I dozed off and woke up Christmas morning around 5 am, watching Family Ties reruns on TV until the clock turned 6 am (the earliest gift opening time possible).
There it was.
The gift I had asked for since my mom asked me “What do you want for Christmas?”
Always. Every year.
What do you remember about Christmas Eve?