Traditions change

Ever since our oldest son was two and was old enough to understand what Christmas meant, we had a rule about Christmas morning: don’t wake mom and dad up before 7am. Stockings were fair game before 7 (as long as they were quiet about it) but presents waited for us to get up. Every year, without fail, sharply at the strike of 7, a small child (or three) would knock on our door and excited whispers would float into our room.
Santa came! It’s Christmas! We waited till 7! Can we open presents now? Look what was in my stocking!
Without fail, Christmas morning has started at 7am, with ever-growing kids chattering excitedly about what Santa brought them, for more than two decades. Sure, the last few years have been a little quieter, and as the boys moved out it fell to the Girl to make sure we were up at 7 sharp.
But this Christmas morning, now nearly 8am, the house is silent. The Girl still sleeps, while the Mr and I enjoy the lights and candles and gaze at the presents beneath the tree, debating on whether we should go wake her up.
Maybe after I finish my coffee.


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1 Response to Traditions change

  1. Hey I loved your coffee mug! Merry Christmas

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