Christmas Morning

When we are young the best part of Christmas is obviously the morning when we get to open our presents. The night before we can hardly fall asleep because of all the excitement, and the morning of the 25th we wake up so early to bug our parents. Ever since I was little I can remember waking up early and sneaking into my brother's room to wake him up. We would sit there at 5 in the morning waiting until 8 when our parents would finally climb out of bed to watch us open our gifts. Him and I would sit and talk about what we hope Santa brought us and how excited we were for our favorite day of the year. Ever since we've gotten older, this tradition has slowly died out. Now I would love to sleep until 10 on Christmas morning but my little sister likes us to wake up early and every time I want to say "let me sleep" I remember my brother and I and how much this morning meant to us. I remember how I was so full of anticipation I thought I would explode. Sometimes I wish Christmas still felt as wonderful as it did when I was 8. I still enjoy it but it doesn't have the same magic anymore. Now I feel like I'm just excited to see people I haven't seen in a while and get the gifts I already knew were coming.