The night before I was told that "It's hard to sleep on Christmas Eve." They both managed just fine. Note the Christmas pajamas. We let them open a new pair of pajamas on Christmas Eve. I was expecting a bit of a fight after that. There was none. Instead I was thanked profusely. Mowg even asked "Can we write you a thank-you note?" The first thing he said to me in our he's-still-asleep-early-morning conversation was, "Thank you for my perfect jams, Mom." Then he smiled and rolled over and went back to sleep. After that, what kind of gift can compete? I don't think there is one.
During the Christmas season we have a wooden nativity set (made by Grandma) that is on display to be played with (stacked, rearranged, knocked down, used as a train track and a road, not to mention some very interesting imaginary play). However, the baby Jesus does not arrive until Christmas morning.
Below is the discovery of the arrival of the Holy Child.