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Every family has its own Christmas morning tradition. At our house, the kids pile up at the top of the stairs while Dad and Mom go down to check that Santa did in fact arrive, turn on the tree lights and get a pot of coffee started.
After those interminable five minutes, the kids, now on the bottom step, are released and like hounds after a raccoon, take off running and howling for the family room. Presents are sorted and piled. Video cameras are unleashed and the festivities begin.
As a kid, I loved everything about the process—waiting to run down the stairs, taking turns opening presents, the feeling of ripping off paper and ribbon and of course playing with those toys after all was said and done.