When I used to think about Christmas I always thought about the presents and the dressing up and the book that my dad reads to us. Now I know its more than that, it's not just about the presents and the dressing up. It's about the family that you see and hang out with.
The next morning, I wake up at SEVEN and have to wait till EIGHT THIRTY. After that, I go and wake up my sister. We both crawl to my parent's room and wake them up. Then we have to eat our breakfast while my parents are able to look at our gifts. They usually brag and tell us how much we got and how cool they look. Then after all that waiting, we go downstairs while my mom is videotaping us. We get all excited and we get our stoking down and do that first. Then we start to open our presents. When we are done we go and change into something nice. We usually go to church but some days we go the night before. Then we come back home and play with what we got and have fun. We then go to my grandparent's house and have food there. After that, we get presents from our other family members at the same time we give them their presents. Finally, we go home and go to bed and relax. That is my day of Christmas.