I don't know how The Man and I have managed this but our kids, while excited, still manage to go to sleep quickly and sleep soundly Christmas Eve night. That was certainly not the case for me when I was a kid. And they even sleep until a decent time in the morning. It was 7:30 a.m. before we finally heard Baby Girl shouting "Guys you HAVE to wake up and see the presents!"
So presents were opened, toys and games were played with, books were read, phone calls were made to and received from family. We spent a quiet, lovely Christmas day celebrating Jesus, the greatest gift ever given. In every way, a merry little Christmas.