After Mom died, The Brother forced us to wait until Christmas morning. It's because he hates me. Actually, I have no idea why because he can't stand to wait to open presents. In the days leading up to Christmas he's all "What? We're waiting till Christmas. No, no early present." Then on Christmas morning I act like nothing special is happening that day. This really gets his goat, and he'll break down and ask when we can open them. We're in our 30s. Some Christmas feelings never change.
This year we have already had one Christmas celebration with some extended soon-to-be family. The Brother and our significant others are celebrating at lunch. Then I'm going to The Boyfriend's family celebration tonight. I'm abandoning The Brother. For the first time in 30 years we won't be together on Christmas. We've grown up. Some Christmas feelings are new and freak the crap out of me.
Merry Christmas, everybody.