The one that comes to mind the most for me was the first year that we went to Midnight Mass (back when it was actually at midnight; none of this 10 PM crap.) I loved hearing & singing along to the choir playing the Christmas Carols. Then we went back home, and exchanged gifts (rather, I received gifts; I didn't get anyone anything that year, heh... To be the baby of the family...) I stayed up until 3 AM that night, and then still got up at like 9 or whenever to find what "Santa Claus" brought me. Back in the day when I didn't care about sleep... those were the days... Anyhoo...

Wuv, Yer Mom