Christmas was fun especially with a three year old in the house for Christmas Eve sleepover. And she did sleep. Her aunt and I were eager to see her reactions to discovering the carrots had disappeared and to see her bulging stocking but she refused to wake up. We finally prodded her awake at 7.45! My memories of my own childhood Christmases were of waking about 4am, hunting through stockings (more often a pillow case) conveniently found at the end of the bed, and dropping back to sleep. But she finally got into it and loved the unwrapping as much as the gifts.

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