It seems that, when I was younger, Christmas morning couldn't come soon enough. I'd get barely any sleep, then wake at the *** crack of dawn and get ready to open presents.
Now, it seems like Christmas morning can wait. Those presents aren't going anywhere. While it's much nicer to sleep in, it seems like some of the magic of Christmas is lost. Am I the only person that's becoming more and more disappointed with Christmas morning as the years go on?