Christmas always started for us on the Eve at Grandma's house. I was too young to realize or understand everything that was going on, but I do know the kids, well me anyway, eagerly awaited present time. You see, every Christmas Eve we were allowed to open one present only, and every Christmas Eve you could count on a new pair of pajamas!!! Pajamas we looked forward too every year, pajamas we would try on and model and then get tucked into bed so Santa could come.
Christmas morning would find mom and dad with their thermos of coffee and us kids ripping open first our stockings and then our presents while the homemade cinnamon rolls were baking in the oven for our breakfast. The rest of the day we would play with our toys, eat cinnamon rolls and watch Christmas movies (White Christmas is still a favorite!) IN our new pajamas.