Nana stayed with us on Christmas Eve this year, which was quite nice, but presented a difficult challenge for the kids on Christmas morning.<\/p>\n
On the one hand, they wanted to get to their presents. On the other, how does one politely wake up one’s grandmother?<\/p>\n
They started with my wife and I first, running into our room and shouting\u00a0“Merry Christmas!” as they flipped on the lights.<\/p>\n
“Merry Christmas,” I mumbled back.<\/p>\n
“What time is it?” my wife asked. “We said not until 6:30.”<\/p>\n
“Yeah, but we said six,” my oldest son said.<\/p>\n
I\u00a0grabbed my phone to check the time. It was 6:15. “Is Nana up?”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
“Who’s waking her up?”<\/p>\n
“We think you should.”<\/p>\n
I laughed. “It should definitely be the youngest,” I said. “With grandparents, always go with the youngest.”<\/p>\n
They doubted me, of course, but their mother backed me up, so they walked back out into the darkness of the rest of the house.<\/p>\n
“Nana?” I heard my youngest call. I learned later that he was standing outside her door. “Merry Chr-”<\/p>\n
He was interrupted by a loud violent pounding on her door.<\/p>\n
“No!” he shouted at the door. “Get back here! Nana, that wasn’t me! It wasn’t me!”<\/p>\n
I heard his older brother chuckling as he settled on the couch in the living room.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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