Christmas Traditions - Sitting on the Stairs

Growing up, I had a lot of constants in life. Things I could always plan on. One of those was, no matter what time we woke up on Christmas morning (early or late), we had wait for my dad to "get his eye's in" and then get his cameras ready to capture the events of the day.

As a kid, it felt like an eternity. Even worse, once he had his contacts in and cameras ready, he would go downstairs and taunt us by saying "Do you think Santa came?" and "Ooh look at what Brett got." We had to wait upstairs until we got the go ahead to come running down the stairs.

I thought of my childhood Christmas's as I made my kids sit on the stairs and wait while I got my camera ready before I let them come up to see what Santa brought them. It's funny how that works.

Although it looks like Ryan is crying, he isn't. I think I caught him mid sneeze.

Christmas morning, waiting on the stairs.