When I was a kid, there were several years when I was left alone by my bro and sis as they headed off to their dad's for Christmas Eve.
It was never as much fun when they were gone, but my mom always seemed to make it special. She makes one heck of a cheese ball. We all got new pajamas and watched movies. There was no reenactment of the Christmas story or any of that. Just me and mom and our treats. I suppose my dad was there somewhere, but for some reason I don't recall him spending many Christmas Eves with us. He was an odd duck that way. Chances are that he was working very early on Christmas, which meant that I was woken up around 4 am so he could see me open my presents.
Which, coincidentally, is why I think it's weird when people have to wait til 9 am for Christmas to "start."
Dudes, it was so over by 9 am. You could have expected at least 2 batches of Easybake cookies by then...
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