We had the Christmas PJs tradition when I was young (75 years ago), and the tradition of having breakfast upstairs in our bedroom, then waiting for our grandmother (dad’s mother) to hobble over from next door to watch us kids come down stairs and open our presents. It’s still fresh in my memory.
HarryLime 41 minutes ago
We had the Christmas PJs tradition when I was young (75 years ago), and the tradition of having breakfast upstairs in our bedroom, then waiting for our grandmother (dad’s mother) to hobble over from next door to watch us kids come down stairs and open our presents. It’s still fresh in my memory.