One of my favorite childhood traditions is of my sister and me waking up early on Christmas morning to see what Santa had left us in our stockings. Jada and Aaron have inherited our stockings, and apparently our zeal for presents as well. They both got up at their customary times (Jada at 6:30, Aaron at 7:15) for stocking stuffers, and later that morning got another round of gift-opening, for the bigger stuff, like a Lite Brite set for Jada and a remote control car for Aaron. It's good to be a kid on Christmas morning. As for ones who stuffed those stockings, Amy and I were glad to see them actually play with toys long enough to not notice us sneak a hug and kiss in right in front of them.