I was born on Christmas
, so perhaps I don't fit into this node, but I'd rather not be all alone
in a new one. My parents
always let us kids
open our Christmas presents on Christmas Eve
, and then come Christmas Day, everybody but me would be done. Then I'd get Christmas all to myself, as far as the present-opening process went.
The biggest pain in the ass has already been mentioned a couple of times. Nobody but NOBODY can party with you when your birthday is on Christmas but your family. My 21st birthday was a blast... as I recall, my celebratory binge drinking consisted of a Southern Comfort and Coke right before dinner, sitting by myself at the bar in the kitchen while everyone else bustled around making food. At least I was at a bar, I guess. Whoopee.
My advice? Whatever you do, don't get born on Christmas. Wisdom for the ages, that is.