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Ok, well my mother was truly twisted. When I was small, we put up the tree a few weeks before Christmas (usually a live tree). Santa Claus was always under strict instructions to "Slam the front door" when he left as a signal for me to get up and open gifts. Of course, this usually ended up being around midnight on Christmas Eve (when mom and dad got done putting together/setting up whatever the big gift was that year). After opening and playing with for awhile, I'd always get sleepy and go back to bed.
Later, after dad died, we started spending Christmas Eve at Aunt Audrey's house. We always had a family Christmas Eve party at one of the relative's houses, then we'd go back to my Aunt Audrey's and my cousin and I would wait til everyone was asleep and then creep into the living room and get into our stockings. One year my mom caught us, and after that they either put embarrassing stuff like underwear in the stockings, or wrapped every last thing including pieces of candy so we couldn't see anything even if we got into the stockings (spoilsports!).
Then a big dinner, which was usually a joint effort between my mom and my aunt, after my dad passed away, then the adults would yell at football on tv, and me and my cousin would go to her room and listen to her latest music CD and nap.
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