0 comments/ 13252 views/ 1 favorites Christmas Morning By: Amber87 Author's Note: This is a sequel to my story Christmas Eve Services. If you haven't read it, maybe you should. And if you want to know about anything in between, just ask. Maybe I should make that story too. ----------------------------------------- "Wake up," said my mom. "It's Christmas morning." Oh god. This hadn't been an issue in a long time, not since I went off to college. But the only thing on me under that blanket was Brian's dried cum on my chest, and my own juices between my legs. I hoped the sheet wouldn't stick to me. "I'll be there in just a minute mom, just let me go to the bathroom." I glanced over to the other side of the room and found, thankfully, that my younger sister, Cathy, was already awake and out of the room. As soon as my mom left, I immediately headed for the shower. Not that I don't like cum on me, but it's less fun when it isn't fresh. Now that it was dry, it just itched a bit. I held my hair out of the way with one hand, as I scrubbed my chest with the other. God, my breasts were still red and tender from last night, and it was turning my on to rub them like this. I shuddered a little as I cleaned my thighs and my pussy. My asshole only hurt a little from last night's adventure, and I soaped up a finger and wiggled it around in there. But I didn't have time to properly get myself off, so I grabbed a towel and went back out into my room. I texted Brian a merry Christmas as I headed to the suitcase I had brought back with my from school. While I was considering what to put on, I got a text back. Merry Christmas. What are you wearing? I smiled as I read it. A lot of girls would probably be annoyed at how Brian's mind seemed to always be on sex, but I loved it. I probably masturbated more than he did, and our sexual games usually made me cum more too, so I was really the one anybody should be worried about. He was just a regular guy. A Towel. I need to pick what to wear What r u wearing? I smiled again. Brian would understand that I really meant he should tell me what to put on. I'm not wearing anything. He was lucky. He had his own room. Wear your hoodie and some pajama pants. But keep the pajama pants low. I grabbed my hoodie out of my suit case and put it on. It was maroon. I'd stolen it from Brian, so it was actually humongous on me. I put it on, and zipped it up until there was only some cleavage showing. I liked how it felt when I rubbed the material on my nipples. They were really sensitive after last night. I dug around in the suitcase some more, loving being bent over. It made sure that my pussy and ass were out in the open, plus, the sweatshirt hung away from my body and showed of my tits. I found a pair of striped pink and blue pajama pants that I liked, and pulled them on. Standing up though, the hoodie really covered a lot. It came down to the top of my thighs. I thought that I could probably get away with wearing my pants really low. I pulled them down until they were only covering my pussy. In the back, my ass would have been exposed, if the sweatshirt hadn't covered it. I took a picture in the mirror in the bathroom really quick using my phone, but I decided I didn't like it. I ran a brush through my shoulder length blonde hair, then unzipped the hoodie until you could see the nipples of my c cup breasts peeking out over the top of the hoodie. Then I took the picture. This one was way better. I sent it to Brian, then headed out to my family. I zipped up along the way, of course. I put my phone in the pocket of the hoodie, then put my hands in there too. The pockets were at the very bottom of it, on either side of the zipper. So I was able to run my hands up and down my mound as I walked into the living room, where the rest of the family was. "Finally," said Cathy. She was three years younger than me, making her sixteen, but she didn't really look it. She was a little shorter than my 5' 5," with long, dark brown hair that came down to the top of her butt. You could see the top of that butt, though it often had panties, because she was a huge tease. She probably just meant to dress fashionably, because she was as conservative as my parents. But she couldn't help being a tease because she was as slim as I was, but with 36 D breasts. I've always been attracted to both sexes, so it was a blessing and a curse living with her for years. She was still in her night clothes, so I was able to get a rather good view. She had on a green tank top with red cheer shorts. Her nipple were clearly outlined by the material of the too small shirt. My parents didn't seem as put out, and we began passing out presents. I didn't get anything that great. Clothes, books, some money. I did get a new camera, which would be fun when I went back to school. After we finished opening presents (I wonder if my parents noticed me looking down Cathy's shirt anytime she leaned over to get a present) we went to have breakfast. For some reason, Christmas breakfast means keish. As we were all sitting around the table, mom and me on one side, Cathy and dad on the other, I felt my phone vibrating from a text. It felt kind of good. I thought to myself that I should carry my phone against my pussy. I pulled it out and read it under the table. Pull your pants lower. I glanced at my mother as I put my phone back. She didn't seem to care about the text. But she might care if I did anything. My pussy was already naked on the chair. The only thing keeping it out of view was the giant hoodie. If I lowered my pants more, my mother might notice the bare thigh, and catch on to the fact that there was nothing covering my naked body but this sweatshirt. My pussy was getting wet at the idea. I don't mean that I wanted to get caught. Not by my mother, at least. But I love that thrill from exposing myself where I shouldn't. It gets me so hot to try to push the envelope just a little bit farther. I scooted my chair in, then tried to look at my leg. It was kind of hard to see. But now I had a bad perspective, I suppose. I wish we had table clothes. Then I could just spread my pussy wide open under the table when we ate. We were all talking while we were eating though, about going to visit at our great aunt's house for dinner, as we always did, and presents we got and gave. I decided that everyone was distracted enough. I was going to do it. I took a deep breathe, and when I felt like no one was paying any attention, I lifted my legs a little and gave my pants a little tug. No one seemed to notice, and it wasn't much of a difference, so I tugged them down farther, until I could feel the edge of the chair against the skin on the back of my leg. I looked down quickly, and realized how far I had pulled my pajamas down. They were nearly to my knees. I kept eating, feeling my pussy getting wetter. I placed my left hand in my lap as I ate and slowly stroked my slit. It wasn't going to make me cum, not even when I stopped and played with my clit for a minute, but it made the rest of the meal fly by. "Well, you two need to go get ready," my mother finally announced to me and Cathy, when we were finished eating. "We've got a pack day, like always." Cathy immediately stood up, and I was about to have to stand up, in front of my family, with my pants around my knees and my shaved pussy dripping wet. Christmas Morning On Christmas morning at 7am Tom had been awake for a bit and so decided to finally get up. Tom had recently turned twenty, home for the Christmas holidays after being away for over two years. Amy, his eighteen-year-old sister was also awake, sitting up in her own bed in her own reading a teen magazine. Their parents would most likely not be up for hours still. They had been at out at a Christmas Eve office party, and then up late getting all the presents ready for Christmas morning. Even though they were now in their late teens, Tom and Amy still got excited on Christmas morning, and Tom had missed the last couple of Christmas' with his family. Tom, in just the boxers he wore to bed, headed for the bathroom down the hall. As he headed past Amy's room, he could see her light was on. On his way back from the bathroom he tapped lightly on her door. "That you Tom?" Amy quietly asked. "Yeah sis, you up? I saw your light on. Can I come in?" Amy was sitting up in her old long nightshirt propped against the back wall, magazine in hand. She pulled the sheet up to her waist as he entered. The room was quite warm. "They still haven't fixed the heat in this room?" Tom remarked. Her room was always overheated, something to do with having a strong vent in a small room. Because of that she slept in very light pajamas or light nightshirt. "I'm used to it," Amy scrunched her knees up to give Tom room to sit on the bed next to her. She put her magazine on her bed stand, and the sheet slipped down as she did. Tom caught a glimpse of her panties as she propped her knees up, and almost blushed, feeling a little naughty seeing them. Then he noticed her dildo sitting on the bed stand feeling even more awkward. He turned, hiding his blush, as if looking at something else, feeling even weirder, not being able to help imagining her using it. He had found himself noticing Amy more then he had in the past anyway. When he had left home she was fifteen, quite pudgy, and was just just starting to develop. Now she had lost all that baby fat and had a quite shapely figure. Her breasts were a firm C cup. She had let her blonde wavy hair grow halfway down her back. Amy had also realized that her dildo was sitting out, but also realized that doing anything about it now would only draw more attention to it. However, despite the slight awkwardness of the situation, it was nice to have her brother back. She realized she had missed him. Even though they had not been close for a long time, it seemed now that they were both older, they could relate again. Of course, he had become so worldly, at least in her eyes, having been on his own, traveling to foreign countries for over a year, and she was still in high school and had barely ever been out of state. Yet even she had matured, and not just physically. She had grown out of her baby ways, now a senior in high school. She was coming out of the timid shell she had been in, even if slowly. She finally felt she was good at something with her dance classes, giving her more self-confidence. Tom recovered himself, "It's still the same, we get up early, sit around waiting and they finally get up at like ten," Tom laughed, "I guess things never change." He patted her on the knee, then propped his own knees up folding his hands across them. Instead of going to college, Tom had decided to "see the world." Mom and dad would have preferred he had gone straight to college. While they did not try to stop him, they made it clear that if he was not going to college he was on my own financially. Tom had saved up a little money during high school. He had worked part time and got odd jobs after school and in the summers. He had always been pretty resourceful. After high school he went down to Mexico and then Central America, working now and then tutoring English, or even doing physical labor on small farms, but mostly traveling, getting to see out-of-the-way places, having adventures. Unlike his dreams, none of them turned out to be romantic, or even sexual, but still he had an exciting time, and grew up in many ways, learning to be on his own, earn his own living, and find his way around the world. Tom had always been kind of a do his own thing guy anyway. He got along with people easily, but was just as happy by himself. He did well enough in school, but was never part of a single clique. He played sports, and was considered one of the better soccer players, and was a starter on the basketball team, though not a star. He did well in classes, and the teachers liked him. While accepted among the "smart kids," he did not just hang out with them. He smoked pot regularly and even did some other drugs on occasion; but was not really a stoner or druggie either, not with all the sports, schoolwork, and after school jobs. He was kind of on the periphery of a lot of groups. Amy usually just had one or two close girl friends, but they changed every year or couple of years. Her current ones were away for vacation. She did well enough at school but had to work at it. Having been overweight and on the shy side, she was on the outside of the cliques. When they were little, Amy and Tom had been close. They shared a room until Amy was eight and Tom ten. They played together and shared everything, often talking at night about their feelings and their days' activities before falling asleep. Back then they didn't think anything of being naked, changing in front of each other. They had their own bathroom, and didn't bother to close the door or worry about using it together. However, by the time Tom was turning ten, he was starting to notice her nudity, even if she was a pudgy eight-year-old. He did not let on of course. However, his parents were thinking the same thing about them sharing a room at that age, having saved up enough to move to a newer larger house. They moved to a roomy three bedroom, two-and-a-half bath modern home in a suburban development. Tom started middle school, and they no longer had their bedtime chats. Amy got more into girl things as Tom got into boy things, and while they still had to share a bathroom, it was not at the same time. About a year and a half before Tom came home from his adventures, Amy took a dance class at school. She found she liked it, and soon got very involved in dance. She also started to pay attention to what she ate, as there was pressure to be in good shape. Within a few months she was going to dance class almost every afternoon, and often practicing on weekends too. She quickly lost weight, and her body toned up. And she also became aware of her body, learning to feel it, use it, be consciously in it. However, it was almost all girls in the dance classes, (and she suspected that most of the boys in dance were gay) and with being busy, not used to being pretty, and still naturally shy, she did not have any boyfriends or even dates. Amy and Tom sat in silence for a while, not sure what to say, each was thinking their own thoughts. While they were no longer close, over the last week with Tom home, they had been spending a lot of time together. Tom wasn't really interested in seeing his old friends, the few that might be in town, feeling like he had outgrown them. With Amy's friends away, she was glad of his company. She felt proud of him, looked up to him and how easy life seemed for him, how adventurous he was, how independent he was. "Want to go get some breakfast?" Tom asked. "I don't feel like getting out of bed yet." "Want me to leave?" "No, stay, I didn't mean it like that. It's nice having you around again, Tom." "Thanks. It's nice being here, a little weird after Central America. When we went to the mall last week, I was in major culture shock! But I'm getting used to it again. I'm thinking of staying around, getting a place, a part-time job and going to the community college. Don't tell mom and dad yet, I want to wait until I'm sure what I'm doing." "I can understand that" she says, and they sat a bit longer. "I have an idea, we can exchange our gifts now; I'll go and bring them up here," Tom blurted out. "You don't think mom and dad will be upset?" "It's our gifts, I mean, there are plenty of gifts left under that tree." He got up without another word and went to get the gifts. His parents had given Tom money to buy gifts from them for Amy. Their parents were a bit self-absorbed. They took their professional jobs seriously, and had stayed passionate about each other. But it seemed it left little attention for their kids. They did show them affection, and treated them well, but mostly just left them alone. It did not surprise Tom that they were glad to have him buy the gifts and not think about it. He figured Amy probably got the gifts for him from them, too. They did see she needed new clothes with all the weight she had lost, and her figure developing, and were quite generous. But Tom also bought her something with his own money. When at the mall, he had picked out a bunch of clothes from Macy's, including a new nightgown that would be from him. It was lightweight, red in color, full length, with a little white lace at the collar, sleeves and hem. It looked feminine without being sexy. He had them wrap the gifts while he went to do other shopping, making sure to tell them to mark the one with the gown. Tom returned with the two presents and sat back down. "You open first," she said. He sat with it on his lap. He pulled the paper off the box, knowing from the size, shape and weight that it had to be clothes. Opening it he saw a light cotton sweater. "Try it on," she suggested. Tom did so, getting up, pulling his tee shirt over his head, and I putting the sweater on. He faced her and asked, "What do you think?" "It looks great on you. It'd probably look better with pants on, though," she laughed. Tom sat back down blushing. He took it off again though, as both it was too warm in her room for it, and it looked goofy with him in just his boxers. "Alright open up yours, and you have to try it on too for me, since I tried on your gift" he joked back. "Sure," she said. She then carefully undid the wrapping on her present. As she opened it, she told Tom to turn around so she could put it on, which of course he did. "I was tired of seeing you in that old faded and worn night shirt," Tom chided her, as he heard her opening it. She seemed kind of quiet. Tom was surprised she did not say something, even if just to be nice. It was unlike her to not either say something gracious or at least make a joke of it. "Let me know when it's on," Tom said to break the silence. Amy at first just saw it was a bright red nightgown and was going to exclaim something nice, but then as she lifted it she saw it was quite racy. There was a separate thongÑ-she had never worn a thong beforeÑ-and the top a low cut bodice and thin spaghetti straps, the built in cups were mostly opaque and just barely covered her nipples, with the top being a transparent lace. The gown, cinched below the breasts was see through, hanging mid-thigh. She wasn't sure if she should really put it on. "You want me to try this on?" "Why not? I thought you needed a new nightgown?" "OkayÉ" She slipped off her panties and nightshirt, quietly slipping on the panties. While she did trim her pubic hair, still some showed out the sides of the very skimpy thong. Her pubic hair was a light and downy blonde, so she figured it probably looked okay anyway. She then put the gown over her head, feeling a little silly and embarrassed, but like she wanted to call him on his bluff. "You can turn around" she said, standing there. Tom turned around, and there was his sister in a lacy red semi-transparent gown. He made out the red matching thong, barely covering her privates through the thin material. He could not help but notice the tops of her breasts exposed. This was definitely not what he had picked out! He gaped at her, in shock. She stood there awkwardly. "Wow, Amy, um, you are gorgeous! ÉbutÉ" He quickly interjected, "Éthat's not what I picked out for you; they must have given me the wrong box at the store!" "She gave him a skeptical look, not sure if she believed him. "I mean it. I mean, like I thought we'd be opening this with mom and dad. Think I'd do that?" "I guess not. I must look pretty silly in this," She said hesitantly. "You look stunning in that!" He assured her quickly and firmly. "I mean, wow! You could be one of the models!" She walked to look in the mirror. She turned from side to side checking herself out. "I guess it does look nice." She giggled, "It'd be fun to actually wear this around as my nightgown." "Why don't you?" Tom suggested, teasing, hoping, but knowing there was no way she would. "If you wore a robe over it, you probably could." he suggested. "Yeah maybe with a robe over it. I guess they wouldn't know, just our secret." She giggled. Tom wondered if she was just joking, guessing she probably was. His eyes were going down her beautiful back, rear, and legs as she turned, having finished looking at herself in the mirror. "Do you think boys think I'm sexy?" She suddenly asked, sitting back down by his side. Pulling her hair back a little, his hands brushed her shoulders "Of course. I mean, you looked in the mirror. Who wouldn't think you're sexy?" "I guess, wearing this anyway," she giggled. "I kind of wish I had meant to buy it for you. But you know sis, you really do like beautiful these days. I mean you've lost so much weight, and filled outÑ-I mean, you know! With your dance and allÉ" "I'm glad you got it, Tom, really. I mean if that hadn't happened, who else should get me something like this!" "Your boyfriend," he smirked "Like I've ever had one." "You've never had a boyfriend?" He assumed with her looks she would have boys all over, but reflecting on her shyness, he self image and her schedule, he figured maybe she really hadn't. Tom had never had a girlfriend either. He had dated a few times, but never made girls his priority, having focused on his own goals during high school. Then he was traveling, and not settled anywhere. Amy leaned in to give Tom a thank you hug and kiss. He could feel the tips of her breasts against his chest, as she pressed her lips on his cheek, holding it there longer than he expected, and softer too. "Thanks so much Tom, you make me feel good. I am glad we are close againÑ-we are aren't we?" They looked each other in the eyes for a while. He then suddenly pecked her on the lips lightly, and moved back, unsure what he was doing, but having felt compelled to do that. She kept looking him in the face; she moved toward him again, and did the same. They kept doing that for a several minutesÑ-giving quick lip-to-lip kisses, neither of them saying anything, but looking at each other the whole time. Tom could see her nipples were erect, and his cock was starting to react. Their kisses got longer, and closer, and then they were really kissing. As they kissed they slowly lay down next to each other on the bed. They started to caress each other, kissing and touching. He let his hands lightly massage her back, her sides, so far avoiding her breasts to her privates. Amy meanwhile was doing the same. "I want to see all of you." Tom told her. "You will be the first, you know." "You are beautiful, Amy." They stood again, as he removed the gown from her. He took his boxers offers well, his cock already at full attention. For awhile he just looked at her, now in just the thong, seeing his naked beautiful sister howling his body to him. She removed the thong herself, gently pushing it down, and letting it slip off her feet. "You know I love you Amy, but I want to make sure you really want to do this?" "Yes, more than anything, Tom." "Amy, you will be my first too." "Really!?" "Yes, I know I seem likeÉ well, you knowÉ but I've never even had a girlfriend, much less sex." She had assumed he was experienced, seemingly so sure of himself, and he was handsome and well built. But it also made her happy to think she'd be his first too.\ "Amy, you really are very gorgeous!" They lay down together again. He held her a little tighter giving her a gentle, slow, warm kiss; feelings were building in them both. Their hearts were beating fast, but feeling so good, so excited. He could feel her nipples against his bare chest, their bodies pulled close. She felt his hard cock pressed into her belly. Their hands caressed each other's backs as they pulled closer. They continued to kiss passionately, each trying to suck on the other's tongue. Tom then pushed her on her back, and just started exploring her body. He got on his knees as he did so. He spent some time touching, asking her what she liked. He massaged her breasts, toyed with the nipples. It felt so amazing to have breasts he could play with, and breasts of a beautiful womanÑ-a beautiful woman who happened to be his sister, and someone he realized he really cared for and loved. He then moved down, caressing her stomach, almost touching her pussy, and down her thighs and legs. He was extremely turned on, his erection harder than he ever remembered it. But he wanted to savor this, enjoy her body, to prolong this moment, this first time. He also wanted to make sure she was enjoying it and really wanted it. He spent his time, touching her everywhere. He touched her face, her chest. After he had moved down her body with is hands, on her stomach, then down her legs, looking over her body the whole time, He came back to her breasts, playing with them, kneading them some more. He kissed her here and there, lightly. Finally, she asked to have a turn to explore him. He lay on his back, as she got up on her knees in turn. She similarly ran her hands up and down his body, first spending a lot of time just on his chest. She caressed it, kissed it. She watched how is cock responded to her touching him, as it twitched on occasion to her caresses. She gave him her own little kisses and she took her time, touching every part of him. She finally ran a hand lightly over his cock, and he could not help but let out a moan. Tom then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down on him. He rolled them over so he was on top of her, her legs opening for him, his cock pressed on her crotch. She took his hand and led it to her pussy. Wordlessly, he started to play with her pussy with his fingers, to stroke it, and work a finger inside. He could feel her getting wet as he move my finger in and out of her slit. She felt overwhelmed, it was so much better than she had imagined to have a lover, and her own brother at that. "You're not on birth control are you Amy?" he asked. "Of course not! I mean no, I am not." "Um, well, I don't have a condom" "I want you in me anyway, I want you to be the first to take me. Are you willing to do that? My hymen is broken, don't worry. I masturbate with a dildo," she giggled breaking the tension a little bit. "I know, I saw it," he nervously giggled back "You are really sure about this?" "Yes, I want us to do this Tom. I want to be yours. Will you make me yours Tom? If we do this you have to mean it, you know?" "Yes, Amy, you will be mine." A soft moan escaped her mouth as they continued kissing, as she sucked his tongue, his right hand slid further up her parted thighs, rubbing right up to and around her pussy. She reacted to his ministrations opening her legs further. As she felt his fingers enter her, she gasped, the kiss so passionate, her body ached wanting to be taken. Tom gently continued to rub her slit as he continued to kiss her. They were both moaning together now. Amy broke the kiss to call out to Tom, "Please, bro, please take me." Never having expected to hear those words from his own sister, yet wanting her desperately, he moved his body over her, letting her take his cock and help guide it in. Christmas Morning Amy savored the feeling of having a man's cock enter her for the first time, Tom's warmth, and knowing he did love her, feeling now overcome by these sensations. Tom slowly lowered himself all the way in to her. Once all the way in, they lay together, getting used to the feeling for both of them of being completely united. After awhile, Tom began to move his cock slowly in and out of her, looking in Amy's eyes. "Oh, Tom, that feels good!" Tom was trying to relish the amazing feeling of actually having sex with a girl, and this was his sexy gorgeous sister at that. Not wanting to go too fast, not sure how long he could keep from cumming, he moved slowly, in and out. They managed to get a rhythm going, both enjoying the sensation. But after a bit, it got to be too much for Tom. "Oh, Amy, oh, I'm going to cum! I'd better pull out!" "No, I want you to cum in me. It's my first time, please! I just had my period so it's probably safe!" "Are you sure?" Tom both wanted to cum in her so badly, yet knew the responsible thing would be to withdraw. Amy held his rear to her, not wanting him to be apart, feeling as if she needed him in her, them as one. Tom could not restrain himself any more, and started to pound her earnestly now, giving in to his own primal desire, she having relieved him of responsibility. His cock exploded, pumping his seed deep in her. It gave him such a satisfied sense as he felt it spurt and spurt in her, then slowly as she milked it, the spurts slowed down, as he collapsed on her. They just lay there holding each other for a long while, his cock slowly getting soft inside her. Finally, he slowly pulled out of her. "You okay, sis?" All she said was, "Mmmmmmmm" "I should not have cum in you," Tom said sheepishly, as he looked for something to wipe them with. Finding some tissues on her bed stand, he began wiping first himself, then her, clean. "No! I really wanted you to! Really!" She opened her legs to let him clean her up. "You didn't have an orgasm did you?" Tom asked. "No, but its okay, that felt great." Tom moved his hand and cupped her vulva, to play with her sex. He let a finger enter slowly, and felt for her clitoris. He felt her juices start to flow again. At first, he let her guide his fingers to where it felt best. She then removed her fingers, as he kept asking her what felt good, in a sweet sexy tone, "Do you like this? How about this? You sexy thing!" Toying, circling her clit the whole time. She told him to tweak her nipples too as he played with her. He kept murmuring sweet sexy things to her the whole time, loving watching how turned on she was, watching her naked body quiver, as she softly moaned. Soon Amy told him to press faster and harder as her body tensed up for an orgasm. She came, her body bucked up, exploding, as she moaned more. Tom just kept telling her how lovely she was, what a sexy baby she was, as her body continued to vibrate bucking. Just as Amy was coming down from her orgasm (and Tom's cock was once again rock hard from watching her arousal), their mom knocked on the door, "You guys in there? Want some breakfast?" (to be continued?) Christmas Morning with the Kids My wife and I were agonizing over what to get the kids that year. They were boys ages five and eight. We watched all the ads on television, took note of all the hottest toys out there on the market, and finally decided on a few high tech toys we thought they would absolutely love. There were a few things they asked for we knew we had to get them. There were the action figures from Beasties (a retake from the original Transformers); we bought two each for them. They were pretty wicked action figures if I say so myself. They also asked for remote control cars, since they were new to these types of toys we went with the midrange priced ones. We didn't want to get the real cheap ones and we felt they were not ready for the ones that can cost up in the hundreds of dollars. We got them their needed items like socks, underwear and a couple of outfits. We knew we would get the typical "thanks mom, and dad" response, clothes are never cool but are an essential and needed part of Christmas gifts. Then we picked out their prize gifts, I like to call them their big enchilada gifts. Playstation was the big ticket item that year and we went with that and also a 19 inch color television for their room so they could play the video games without the ruckus bothering us (little did I know I would be more hooked playing these games than them later on). We couldn't wait to see their faces when they opened these gifts we knew we were going to get "you are the greatest parents ever!" line for sure. The days went by and each evening after supper the boys would take a candy out of their Nativity Advent Calendar, their excitement growing with each chocolate consumed. I have to say ours was growing as well. Not in hopes of what we had purchased for each other, the two of us knew each other well enough to know we wouldn't be disappointed with what we received but our excitement lay in the hopes we had done well as parents. Nothing makes a parent more proud than to give their children everything they dream for. It was so perfect, the wife and I along with her mother and other members of her family made our way for our yearly pilgrimage to a beautiful ceremony to celebrate Christ's birth. It always gives me chills when they open up the service with the brass band and entourage traveling down the walkway playing Oh Come All Ye Faithful. After listening to the story of Christmas and taking our bread and wine we headed back to my wife's brother's house. Having our traditional eggnog and chat session it was getting late and Santa still had to bring out all the gifts to place under the tree. As we drove it couldn't be more perfect of a setting, a nice strong snowfall had just begun and we knew it was going to be a beautiful white Christmas morning. When we got into the door our next door neighbor babysitter said the boys were so excited it put them in a deep slumber. I could only picture sugar plums dancing in their heads. I went into the closet and brought out all the gifts and placed them under the tree. We finished by filling all the stockings with all the standard stuff, new toothbrushes for everyone, an orange, an apple, candy and little wrapped gifts (stupid stuff all kids love from the local dollar store). When my wife and I sat back and enjoyed a nice hot chocolate we looked over the site before us beaming with pride. The over abundance of gifts and stuffed socks was a site to behold (if only everyone could be as lucky as we were that night). Now I always gave to our church and the Angel Tree (a local charity for unfortunate kids, the wife and I always picked presents for the older children to put underneath the tree. In the time of giving a lot of people love to get the real young kids gifts but the older ones can be left out.) So as we reflected on those less fortunate we thanked God for our blessings and headed to a night of not much sleep. We always tried to beat the kids up and when you have kids so excited they seem to get up earlier and earlier each year. At five in the morning we awoke and my wife put on a fresh pot of coffee. I went and grabbed my jiggle bells and headed to the boys' room. I lightly shook the bells and I could hear their excitement and fear. The two of them actually thought Santa was just outside their room that very moment! Then I opened the door and saw them both pull the covers over the heads trying in vain to fake being asleep. When I finally called to them it was time to open the gifts they bolted from their room. They each opened their gifts in their stockings and it was time for the big presents. They gave their mother and me high fives on the action figures and remote control cars then when we pulled out the big box their eyes became huge. It didn't take them seconds to tear the paper away. They jumped up and down when they saw the television for their room. The little one jumped up so hard he fell right on his backside. We all giggled at his slip and the wife and I knew we had done well. The boys were happy and still excited when the older one pointed to one last box and asked who that was for. I grabbed the last present and read out the card. Merry Christmas Jake and Steven I hope you get hours of fun from this present. Then I handed them the box, they opened it without haste. The older one just kept saying "Oh my God!" my younger one was so happy tears rolled down his face. It was then my wife and I knew we had just given the boys a Christmas they would always remember.