I already told one...am I allowed to post another story.
Well, I'll just share it...
I remember this one Christmas...this was a few years back.
We had spent Christmas with my parents.
It's was me and my husband, my two children and my parents.
We always open our gifts Christmas Eve...well, one Christmas Eve...we decided to open the presents early, I remember there was so many presents, we couldn't see the Christmas tree, so we figured...we'd might as well get a head start, so here we are on Christmas Eve opening presents at 4:30 in the afternoon.
I'm serious, it was 10:00 p.m. and we were about half way done...with the gifts, in the beginning...yeah, we were all excited...trying on our clothes...jackets, shoes, you know...to see if they'd fit and all...and after a while, we'd open our gift...look at it for a second...and then pass the next gift to the next person.
Midnight came...and we almost done...by this time, the kids were getting restless...to the point where they weren't even giving their gifts a second look, they'd look at their present, put it to the side and yawn, they were getting so tired.
My daughter is disabled, she has cerebral palsy...and everytime we'd get her a doll, especially a doll that would talk...oh my gosh, we'd be there all night. Now, here she was opening her Christmas presents, Baby Alive, Holly Baby, dolls that not only talked...but walked, she didn't even bother.
I remember it was 2:30 a.m., my daughter fell asleep, my husband fell asleep...so here we are...me and my Mom cleaning up and all, picking up the wrapping paper off the floor, eating Menudo and Tamales...
And...I remember, my Mom says..."Next time, we start earlier." I am thinking...earlier, dang...we started at 4:30 p.m., how much earlier?"
The next morning, we woke up and we all went to church, we got home about 11:30 a.m., we looked at the presents, look at one another and went to bed.