At least the kids waited until it was almost 6AM before waking us up.
When we were kids, we'd be down way too early, and have to wait for Dad to come in from milking.
When we were parents, we delighted in being very leisurely getting up. Make the kiddies squirm.
This year things were a little discombobulated around here. Two kids home (out of 5). The in house presents didn't end up getting opened until 10:45 at night.
I went to church at 9:30AM, because I did
not want to be one of these people skipping church just because
Christmas fell on a Sunday. And sat there feeling like I should have stayed home anyway, sick-ish. I think #1 Son brought some little bit of joy home with him from New Hampster, like he did last year. At least my gut didn't empty itself the next day, like last year.