Christmas day was another story. For me, the stroke of midnight on Christmas Eve meant tearing into my presents, but in my wife's childhood it meant attending Midnight Mass. Since the advent of our children however, Christmas morning mass has been much easier. So we all got up (way too early for me), to head off to church like good little sheep. Then we went over to her parents house to open presents there. Following which, we had lunch at Tsukiji Fish Market (which was packed to the brim with people). Then we came home and let our kids open our own presents to them. After which, I just crashed for an hour or so (which was bad because my wife really need the sleep even more than I did). Only to wake up just in time to cook our dishes for dinner, before heading up to my parents house for Christmas dinner and opening even more presents. It's a frankly a little exhausting, a little overhwelming, and by the end you're running on nothing but pure adrenaline. But then again, it's Christmas, and if your biggest problem is how to cram in time with all the people that love you, you're in pretty good shape. In the end, you're left with nothing but a a feeling of joy, love, and happiness.
Christmas may be plain exhausting and a little unduly stressful, but it also means family, and food, and a literal feast for every single one of your senses. It always fills me with an inescapable sense of magic and wonder and excitement that I thoroughly enjoy sharing with my boys and the rest of my family.