Last night I talked with our granddaughters on the phone and told them that all of their gifts were wrapped. I knew exactly what our 9 year-old would say when she heard the news, and she didn’t disappoint. “Can I open one gift when we come over next time?” I know how excited she gets about Christmas and I blurted out “Of course you can,” with the one caveat being that grandma would pick out the gift she got to open. I guess I shouldn’t have told her that, as my wife reminded me, but it’s just so hard to say no to that kid. When it comes to wrapping, that kid definitely has papa wrapped around her finger, that’s for sure.
As I kid, I always wanted to open up one gift on Christmas Eve, because a friend of mine got to do it. Mom always said no. I had another friend whose family opened up all of it’s gifts on Christmas eve, which I thought was a little bit weird. They didn’t even put up their Christmas tree until the afternoon of the 24th! Talk about a strange tradition. You’d think that would make Christmas Day a little boring.
My favorite part of Christmas is watching the girls open their gifts on Christmas morning. There’s just something magical about the looks on their faces when they unwrap a gift that they really wanted.
I’m very happy that my mom wouldn’t let me open any gifts on Christmas eve. That just meant more magic on the morning after.
I just hope my granddaughter understands that logic next weekend when they come for a pre-Christmas sleepover.