I was the kid that did not sleep on Christmas Eve because I was so excited. Even after I knew that Santa wasn’t real. When I finally did fall asleep, I’d wake up every few hours to check the time. I’d go into my parents’ room and creepily stare at them, maybe softly nudge. They were never irritated with me for waking them up, but they’d tell me I had to wait until my sister got up. So I went into my sister’s room and got into her bed. She was usually not as nice about being woken up. Maybe because it was before 6:00. I’d have to fidget around like a over-excited Russell Terrier until everyone gathered cameras and garbage bags and made their way downstairs.
Here’s the thing. I’m 31 years old and I’m still like this. I still can’t sleep and now I wake my husband up at an inappropriate morning time to open presents. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you that I honestly enjoy watching my family open their presents more. Truly. I’m also the person that spends a lot time picking out the perfect present/s for a person. I take great pride in it. So I guess what I’m saying is that Christmas is only 3 days away and I’m as giddy as my best friend’s 4 year old son.
