Katie and the All Nighters

My favorite childhood Christmas memory has to be all the years that Jeanna and I made a pallet on the floor, stayed up until the wee hours of the night, watched every red glowing minute change on my little white clock, all in anticipation of Christmas morning!!

Every year, after coming home from Grandmama Bentley's, we would head upstairs.  I'm sure we tried to convince the boys to have a sleepover with us but in true brother fashion, they thought we were cray.  Or that we giggled too much.  or actually probably pooted too much. 

Jeanna and I would put down lots of blankets in one of my little room cubbies, set the clock right beside us and literally stay awake staring at that clock pretty much the entire night. 

When the clock struck 7 am (I think that's when we were given permission to get up), we would first head to Matt's room to start waking him up, next to Will's train room.  We stomped around on the hard wood floor a hundred times trying to wake mama and daddy too.  EVERYONE was so annoyed with us.  But we didn't care, the excitement took over and we did whatever it took to get the troops stirring.

Finally Matt and Will would stumble out of bed, wipe the sleep from their eyes, smile begrudgingly for the annual top of the stairs picture and off to the races we went. 

I don't so much remember the presents we received year after year or who got more or less, but the feeling of Christmas excitement is so vivid in my mind. I can't imagine how Jeanna and I made it through Christmas day without crashing.  We had to be exhausted. 

Childhood memories, ahhh....I hope in writing these down, they will never be forgotten!

Merrry Christmas, Siblings!  Anybody want to sleepover with me??