throughout my childhood, we spent christmas morning opening stockings, taking turns going around the family and pulling out one item at a time until all of our socks were empty. we all had to gather first, which meant everyone had to be up and ready before we could start.
one year we were at grandpa petie's for the holidays, and he slept later than the rest of us. raleigh and i were impatient, so we made up a song and played it loudly on the piano, singing along with clever and loud lyrics: "petie it's time to get up. petie it's time to get up. petie it's time to get up, get up, time to get up in the morning." luckily for grandpa petie, he had a hearing aid which he didn't wear at night, so this probably was less annoying for him than for the rest of the family.
[written 16 september 2007; posted 17 september]
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