We used to make the boys stay at the top of the stairs and wait until we had the coffee pot going, cinnamon rolls out, candles lit and lights turned on the tree.
The other tradition was that each Christmas, in my stocking, I got underwear from husband Nothing odd looking but something nice as I didn't buy nice things for myself. Every year ( including last year) I would open the packages and yell "Look what I got". The boys would look and then there would be groans and eye rolling.
Yes, I know. Too much information. But it has been funny. Wondering if I can pull it off again this year :-)!