Every year on Christmas Eve we open one gift, and it's always pajammas. It always has been and it always will be...except for the year we got an 8 lb 10oz baby boy on Christmas Eve. It was his due date and it being my first, I was certain that he wouldn't be punctual, it's not really in his genetic makeup. But he was and now every Christmas Eve he gets to share the spotlight with Santa and Jesus. Which isn't so bad except for the fact that everyone already has prior party commitments. So we decided a few years ago, that we would have a party whenever we could find a few spare hours in the month of December, but that on his actual birthday, Max would get a very special Birthday Breakfast.
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