One of my favorite memories of Christmas is the new pjs that we got every year on Christmas Eve. Around 5pm mom would give us each a wrapped present that had a new pair of PJ’s in it.
When I was younger this was like yeah look PJ’s now I’m like hey where are my PJ’s :0)
Sometimes my sisters and I got matching PJ’s but most of the time it was what ever mom found that we were into at the time….meaning tweety bird, Mickey Mouse or who knows what.
As an adult I still try to put on some PJ’s by 5 on Christmas Eve.
My youngest sister started this tradition with my nieces and I love that for them. One day they will also do this with there children. It’s kinda a family tradition.
After the Jammie’s where on we had to stay in our rooms for awhile. Santa came early to our house. We would hear Santa open the front door (we didn’t have a chimney) do some deep ho ho ho’s and then my mom would open the bedroom door and we would run to the tree.
Everyone has there spot. Come to think of it we still sit in the same spot we did growing up (lol creatures of habit I guess).
PJ’s I must go out and get a new pair of PJs for Christmas!
This pic is of my sisters and I and I see one sister fell and roped the knee out of her PJ’s. No real surprise here.