One year, back when I was a preteen, my brother and I convinced the adults in our extended family to let us open our gifts on Christmas Eve. We were so excited to tear into the packages a whole 12 hours earlier than usual.
But the next morning I felt so let down. The surprises were no longer surprises. The big reveal, the big fun, had already passed. It was over.
I don’t think I will ever want to open all my gifts on Christmas Eve again. But to a degree, I feel echoes of that premature gift-opening after every Christmas. Every year there is a bit of a letdown after all the parties end and we put the leftover Christmas cookies in the freezer. All the hype and weeks of growing excitement are over in a few short hours on December 25. Turn on the radio and all the stations have purged their song schedules of anything Christmas-y. It can be downright depressing.
What Christmas means for the rest of the year
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