I guess, since everyone in the household has grown past the pajamas with footies and buttflap stage, Christmas morning has also gotten more casual and the act of opening presents more and more delayed until everyone slouches up and gets some coffee. But still! There is this kernel of mischief in me that can’t quite sleep too late on this morning of mornings, despite the wishes of the rest of the household. WAKE UP! WAKE UP! I’m calling you with my brain!
