Merry Christmas Eve to all!
Growing up, we got to open one present on Christmas Eve.
It was very, very, very EXCITING.
All those presents under the tree and we waited in eager anticipation to get to open ONE present early!
I decided to carry on the same tradition with my kids because I remember it so vividly.
I have also come to find out that it isn’t all that unique and I’ve met many people who have the same darn tradition.
I’m guessing many mothers discovered what my mother discovered in the early years with toddlers.
We might have looked a little ratty – I appear to have outgrown my pajamas (unless they were capris).
But let’s be real – who looks great when they pop out of bed at 6:00 am to see what Santa brought them?
But mothers across the land decided the kids photograph better in NEW matching pajamas!!
Ahem. Sort of.
I’m pretty sure we weren’t allowed to come downstairs until Mom fixed our hair too. I think everyone will agree that part of the reason I am the way I am today is because of the childhood trauma of my mother pulling my hair back, exposing my forehead, with no bangs. Hello?!
As we got older, I think it got harder to make us look decent for pictures. We have evidence (that appears to have been tampered with) to prove it. But she still tried.
Bless her heart.
Side note: My youngest sister is not special needs. I think she is the one who tampered with our matching pajama Christmas Eve
evidence tradition. She may have creased the above photo trying to destroy the picture.
I think we were not cooperating for the pajama photo shoot. I sense some holiday tension. Those *smiles* don’t look genuine.
Probably got in trouble for making the youngest laugh…I’ll get back to you on that because luckily, my mother will remember in excruciating detail what happened that Christmas Eve as soon as she reads this.
But in spite of the trauma of no bangs and feathered bangs and all the years in between, I continued this adorable tradition with my own children…
Imagine how excited I was when Grandma sent matching Red Flannel pajamas from Cedar Springs, Michigan for the darling twins first Christmas just like the ones we wore back in the 70’s!
Whoa! Check out that startled bug-eyed look Roger Leroy is sporting. Unfortunately it’s genetic. Yet another thing I
blame thank my mother for.
Or maybe it was the granny cap pinching her tiny head?
Or maybe not.
Yeah, so the bug-eyed thing is genetic. There’s no denying it…
Scary Baby asked me yesterday if everyone could open ONE present on Christmas Eve.
I immediately said:
She countered with:
Can it please NOT be pajamas?
Such a silly child – we’re not breaking tradition here!
In honor of Grandma, those new p.j.s are in the warsh right now! 😉
How many of you have this tradition? Or do you have a truly unique tradition to share?
Wishing you all a very happy holiday with your loved ones,