My dad was a fireman. His job meant that, on occasion, he would have to work on Christmas Day. I never minded him working on Christmas Day because that meant our house was one of the first stops that Santa Claus made on his delivery route.
Our presents would arrive on Christmas Eve. We would return from dinner at my grandparents’, and all the Christmas lights would be turned on and presents placed under the tree.
It was joyous.
Now that my kids are older, we have a tradition of opening up presents after I get home from the final Christmas Eve Service at the church. We are usually in bed around 2:00 am.
It is still joyous.