Growing up Christmas morning did not go by without its own set of rules. We (kids) woke up early and pranced around in anticipation eager to get out to the tree. We could not go out to the tree until we could smell the aroma of coffee and hear Christmas music. Only then could pandemonium take over.
Now, I often wonder ... in a house of three girls and one boy ... did anyone else have a dad who would come around the corner with a bra strapped to his head, instead of a Santa cap? Just wondering!
