As a young boy we always spent Christmas Eve at my Grandma and Grandpa Schultz' home with all the aunts, uncles and cousins.  All the boys would pile up downstairs sleeping three to a bed. 

As the youngest boy I loved being able to hang out with my older cousins.  I remember trying to stay awake and watching out the window over my Grandpa's desk to see if I could see Santa and his sleigh.  Of course we all fell asleep. 

The first child awake would wake the rest of us up, normally before sun-up, then we would rush upstairs to the waiting gifts.  We would all have a stocking hanging across the mantel as well. 

My Grandma would cook a huge breakfast that we would share all morning long.  The morning would not be the same without this musical Santa my Grandma had that would play Christmas carols.  You pulled a string to make it play. 

My family did this same ritual every year of my life, even until I was grown.  This tradition is something that stands out to me.  Being with family is what made it all so special.