For many years now, we have taken turns opening our gifts. That becomes a pretty long afternoon for eleven people. We go in order of youngest to oldest. So it goes:
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Grace
Grace
Noah Sam
Shelby Tyler Mike
Jill Kevin Sally Nancy
Jim
and we start all over again... Believe me, each person knows the line-up. In particular, they know who opens a gifts before it's THEIR turn! Well, you know, we like to keep things moving.
While we open gifts, Christmas dinner continues to cook, and at some point, my mom heads to the kitchen to "start the potatoes." We usually slow the gift-opening so that she doesn't miss anything.
The exchange continues until every last gift is opened -- all except the stockings that is. My mom has a stocking for everyone hung on the mantle. All have been made (or embellished) by Mom herself. Each one is a treasure. We save those for after dessert. We all make our way back into the living room, into our original seats, and dig out little goodies that Mom has collected for us. There usually aren't any "pricey" gifts in the stockings -- though we've had a few surprises over the years.
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