First, my husband and I go to a Christmas Eve service at church at 11 p.m. where we light candles, have communion and sing Silent Night in honor of Christ's birth. (Talking about putting you in the mood for the "true" reason for the season!) It is just beautiful. Then we come home and usually open one present each given from the other one and then go to bed so SANTA can come!!! Then on Christmas morning, we get up and there are more presents under the tree! So we take turns opening them up and taking pictures of each other. After that, we get ready and set sail to go to my brother's house for a traditional family get-together where we will finally all be together once again for the first time in a year, normally, and just yack, yack, yack. Then comes time for the blessing; then the stuffing......of our faces, unmercifully. It's as if we hadn't eaten since last year. Next we open up presents, and after most of the afternoon is gone, we try to pick up ourselves and slowly, one by one, waddle out of the house to go to our own homes and collapse from either/and/or a sugar overload or go into a carbohydrate coma. But it's been a good day, and we've all been blessed.