We'd sneak downstairs quietly so my parents wouldn't wake up. In the morning we acted all surprised as the rest of the family would come and see what Santa brought. The first time we did this, were little and living in Penn Hills, PA. During the years we lived in New Mexico, we did it too. When I was 7, we moved to southern California. And there we continued our Christmas Eve tradition.
The last year that my big sister and I did this was the Christmas of 1982. I had just returned from an LDS mission in Spain. I was 22 years old. My big sister was there at my parents house visiting with her little baby girl. Christmas Eve came and we all went to bed. During the night, my big sister quietly snuck into my room and said, "Let's go see what Santa brought us!"
As we tiptoed around the living room peaking at all the presents, I realized that here we were, two adults peaking at Christmas presents! I was a returned missionary and she was a mother!
I'll never forget that Christmas because it was the last time we did this. Lives changed and I eventually had a family of my own. Her family grew and she soon had 6 kids! Soon my big sister will be grandma! Maybe she still gets up in the middle of the night to see what Santa brought!
Enjoy this Mr. Bean Classic! Merry Christmas!
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