Each year my family celebrates Christmas on the night of December 24th. The tradition first started when my aunts and mother were still young. At the time, my grandfather was a milkman and had to leave early Christmas morning to deliver milk on his route.
The night starts out with a special dinner: fondue bourguignonne. It is only served twice a year - on Christmas and on Easter. After dinner is all cleaned up, we take what feels like a million photos of every possible combination of family members. Just grandchildren. Now grandchildren with grandmother. Okay, now just girls. Well, just another photo. Stop making funny faces. You can do that in the next photo. Now just the aunts. Add grandma to this one.
Once that is all over, we all entrench ourselves in our spots, building a fort of the presents that are being passed out. It is just madness as we pass presents and try to throw wrapping paper away and yell our "thank yous" across the room. By 11pm everything settles down and we clean up. Some already have presents open and are playing with new toys.
Then we have our traditional dessert of chocolate pudding and pears. Of course, there are some Christmas cookies on the table for snacking. A little after midnight Christmas day we're finally making our way to bed.
We have breakfast together on Christmas morning. Then we spend the rest of the day relaxing and testing out our new presents. All in all, I wouldn't have Christmas any other way.
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