When I was growing up, even as a young adult home from college, we had to wait on the stairs before going to the living room on Christmas morning to see what Santa had brought us.
We had to wait for Dad to set up the camera in the livingroom (why didn't he do that the night before?), and we had to wait for mom to get ready, do her hair, put on makeup, etc.
So, my siblings and I waited patiently on the stairs.
We make our kids do the same. (Although, technically Trevan got up before us and went downstairs with the other kids and watched them open their stockings. I was so glad that he hadn't opened his too.)
My little monkeys, Christmas morning 2009.
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