Pajamas get opened on ********* eve along with gifts from people who are not there. Everything else waits for ********* morning. I remember one ********* where we were woken by this angelic noise at 3:00 in the morning. It was our three little children singing silent night, wanting to get up and do *********. Our first reaction was, “What the heck are you doing? Don’t you realize it’s three in the morning? Go back to bed!” As my husband and I lay there, unable to get back to sleep, feeling a bit guilty and realizing just how sweet the scene had been, we decided to get up and go in the hall and start singing “We Wish you a Merry *********” to the kids. You must understand the contrast. The children were so angelic and melodic. My husband on the other hand has a big bellowing voice that sounds great if her weren’t so tone deaf! We started ********* early in the morning that year, and I think we were all back to sleep by noon.