The “Eve” was the big event at our house when I was a kid – we had the entire extended family over to our house for dinner and gifts. Since we didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve dinner was always turkey, and the dessert was always pumpkin pie. :) The adults ate upstairs, and we were all in the basement going berserk and wondering why those grown-ups couldn’t hurry it up so we could get to the gift opening!
Since we didn’t have a fireplace, my Mom bought a life-sized cardboard one to hang our stockings on. :)
Christmas Day was definitely anti-climactic, but I did like having my Dad’s full attention. We always got nuts in the shell in our stockings, and Dad and I would sit around cracking nuts and jokes.



