It’s amazing how many great stories I have heard about how people spend their Christmas morning. I love stories of tradition and strong family ties. One woman told me that when she was a small child, she and her siblings would get so excited just knowing that Christmas morning they would awake to the smell of coffee brewing and homemade cinnamon rolls in the oven. She told me that she and her siblings would almost knock each other down trying to get downstairs first.
Once downstairs their mother and father would be waiting in the kitchen. Mother would have hot Cocoa with marshmallows waiting for them; they would drink the Cocoa anticipating the cinnamon rolls coming out of the oven. They would watch their mother frost the cinnamon rolls and the frosting would melt down the side of them. No one could make cinnamon rolls like their mother. Of course once the cinnamon rolls were gone they were just as excited to move on to the next anticipated event; opening presents.
Mother and father liked to watch each of their children open their presents, so the children would take turns, youngest to oldest. Each would open a present for everyone to see and comment on, and then the next one in line would open theirs. Once the children’s presents were open, they would watch their parents open their gifts. After all of the presents were open, the children would scoop up their gifts and head to their rooms to decide what to play with first.
Downstairs their parents would always have the job of cleaning up the wrapping paper, but they never seemed to mind. Then mother would go to the kitchen to start preparing Christmas dinner, and father would roam around the house, helping mother at times, but mostly just beaming and watching everyone enjoy their gifts. He was always so proud that he and mother were able to provide such a wonderful Christmas for their children.