Each Christmas morning began the same way, with my siblings and I in our bedrooms giddy with anticipation at the crack of dawn (often times earlier). But, to spare our parents from exhaustion, we had to wait until 6am before waking them up. At 6:00 on the button we'd call down the stairs to wake them up, and then wait for the response... music. Once that Christmas music started playing it was go time! We'd make our way downstairs (single file - youngest to oldest), and when we reached the living room, mayhem ensued. The good kind of mayhem, filled with screeches of "I got just what I wanted!" And all the while, that Christmas music was playing, being engrained in our minds as a link to some very happy memories.
This photo is a pretty great link to those happy memories too...way back when there were only 3 of us! There are 7 of us now, and even though we don't all live at home, we still make our way back at the crack of dawn to keep the tradition alive. (P.S. how great are our outfits? My creative Mom made them for us!)