OOOooo good thread!
Well, I'm the youngest of four kids, so Christmas stayed overly-exciting for me much longer then it did for the others (I'm five years behind the youngest of my oldest siblings...there's a weird sentence...). However, they still get sadly excited for people in their twenties, and so do I (though I'm still a teen so I'm aloud to

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So, we get up in the morning (early) and attack our stockings. Mum always said that when we each turned 21 we no longer got a stocking. My siblings are 26, 24 and 22 and they still get theirs. Hehe. Mum fills them with fun, silly things. We try to drag out opening them as long as possible, but fail miserably. My brother and I always have a 'secret' competition to see who can drag theirs out the longest...I usually win (just). We hold out as long as we can for our presents under the tree (we generally last till 10...we went till 10:30 once...). These are 'The Big Presents'...if you're getting a bike, this is when you get it. It's all the presents to each other, basically.
After this, we have a big breakfast, go to my Aunt's where the family is all having lunch (we then proceed not to eat anything because we do out own thing) but swap presents and I pretend to get along with them all (which I don't, really).
We then come home where mum cooks a HUGE seafood lunch (which by then its more dinner) and she cooks heaps of vegetarian stuff for me (she owns a Vegetarian Cafe, so I'm lucky!). We eat waaaay too much, then proceed to eat all the chocolate from out stockings (and half heartedly eat the fruit that Mum has always insisted on putting in them).
We then bum around, generally getting nicely tipsy (okay, drunk) and for ONE day, we all get along.
My family loves Christmas.
*hugz*
~Gabs