There are very few things that will get me up at six a.m. A flight to Disney World is one. Christmas morning is the other.
I’ve celebrated 30 Christmases, and still, I am up every Christmas morning at six o’clock, bursting to go downstairs, open presents, and tuck in to the cinnamon rolls and sausage breakfast we only have once a year.
Every year, my family asks me if it’s possible for us to sleep in until say, eight. I deny this.
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