Every year on Christmas Eve my Mom would pull out a brand new pair of Christmas pajamas for all of the kids. I loved putting them on and wearing them that night, and likely for several hours the next morning. There was just something about a brand new pair of warm, cozy, festive pajamas that made Christmas more...well, Christmasy.
I don't remember the exact year that ended for me; but I think I was in college. On Christmas Eve, there were no pajamas. My Mom had just assumed I had grown out of that desire I suppose. When I expressed my sorrow over the lack of pajamas and the fact that I had indeed NOT grown out of it...she rushed out and bought me a pair. I'm pretty sure that was the last year, because shortly after I got married and now I have passed the tradition down to my own kids. I hope they love it as much as I used to.
That is a wonderful tradition. I made Mary a set of Christmas pajamas and it was so fun. This year I didn't have time to make some, but I did by her some new jammies for Christmas.
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