I really do enjoy Christmas. Once December 1st comes along, it's an endless string of parties, parades, activities, baking, cooking, shopping, and of course, eating. I get a little giddy at the thought of it.
As a kid, I could barely sleep on Christmas Eve. My sister and I would usually only make it until 3 or 4 in the morning before pounding at our brother's bedroom door. We would then head downstairs to see the gifts under the tree and stockings stuffed so full that things were spilling out.
Now, when Christmas Eve arrives, I feel sad and a little disappointed because I know that as soon as the wrapping paper hits the floor in the morning, it's all over.
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