Usually with a smile. I know sounds odd and vague. How is with rising well before the sun and the "break of dawn." Even though single their are gifts under the tree as I do not open those given by friends during the week. They go under the tree. When I awaken I see with the spirit of receiving as a child in my heart at the wonders of Santa Clause and the spirit of giving.
Next, before opening I must step onto the front porch of the mobile home to see how cold it is and get a breath of fresh air. The chill reminds me of a lad near elven or so living in West Virginia. Although no snow on the ground as then, assuredly those memories do come alive of being with family sneaking into the living room to see under the tree. A peek down the street at the Christmas lights add to the ambiance.
The coffee pot is ready now and fresh cup really does not awaken me from the mysticism of the experience. It simply, well, smells good like when a lad smelling dad and mom's. Then the taste brings memories with friends who were roommates and we awoke on Christmas mornings before heading to our separate families. Their is the connectedness to memories, family, and the spirit of Christmas kinda' comes alive more fully.
I open each gift slowly thinking of each person placing the care of wrapping that gift just so. I ponder their thoughts when wrapping the gift and the significance of our relationship. Meanings of friendship does come more to life. When all is done, well, I look at the gifts not counting them or weighing any value. I see each is someone seeking to meet a need of me. That alone has immense worth for me.
As the morning passes I do this and that. Then finally I leave to a brothers house to celebrate with family members. That is when it all starts over again. I have the luxury of celebrating Christmas twice or even more. Next, the feast of thanksgiving and expressions of joy. Finally, the departure and good-byes. The drive home is usually full of warm and pleasant new memories. And, too, hope for next year.