If I’ve finished wrapping presents, I will probably be sitting quietly in the living room, taking in the glow of the lights on the tree and thinking nostalgic thoughts. My husband and both of my sons (I fervently hope they will both be here) will still be up and around for some time after that; I’ll be the first to turn in.
In past years that would have been stocking-stuffing time, when I pulled out everything I’d been accumulating for the past month or so and my husband and I literally put on our Santa hats (I always insisted on that detail) and each took one stocking. It was a contest to see who could fit everything in on the first try.
If I haven’t finished wrapping, I’ll still be in the dining room, with carols on the stereo, doing my best to make every last package look unique and special.