Christmas Eve greetings from SW Ohio! This elf wrapped presents from 7:30am until noon and is (almost) done. DH Richard, DS Rob, and I are off later this afternoon to an Anglican church in Cincinnati for the Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols, a covered dish dinner, and visits with both grandmas on the way home. Tomorrow, it'll be just the 3 of us, my mom, her sister, and my cousin from Atlanta for Honey Baked Ham, cheese potatoes, green beans, Jello, sweet potato pie, and Christmas cookies.
When I was growing up, Christmas Eve was as big a holiday as Christmas Day. My family opened presents on Christmas Eve. Overnight, Santa filled the stockings and left a "Santa present."
One CE I don't really remember, but have heard repeated so often it seems like it: 1953, our first holiday season in Detroit. My parents were very lonely for their Portland friends, so opened presents in the middle of the afternoon. My mom had given my dad a new watchband and they decided that we'd drive downtown to have it put on his watch before the stores closed. My dad wanted to make a left turn where such was forbidden, but a cop saw the Oregon plates still on our car and put his hand over the NO LEFT TURN sign and averted his eyes.