Our "Christmas" morning was actually on Christmas Eve, as Daddy had to work at the fire station on the Christmas Day. But the boys were okay with that.
In fact, only two of them really seemed to care.
And really, when you get right down to it, one of them not nearly as much as the other.
There isn't a single photo of all three boys by the tree that morning. Sawyer kept wandering off. He didn't care about opening presents or looking in his stocking. He was angry when we tried to make him join us. Xander would open presents, but then he too would wander off to do something else.
Connor had the true Christmas experience. He tore into each present, barely taking time to process it, before tossing it aside and searching for the next one.
It's always a little bittersweet. One child enjoying the moment and doing things you remember doing as a child. The other two, quite simply, don't care. Presents or no presents. It doesn't really matter. To them, it's just another day.
