Things I love about being with my family on Christmas

This year, my aunt arrives late-ish on Christmas morning with a plastic sack. She tells each of us to reach in and pull out one item. What does it turn out to be? Kazoos. Her boyfriend had bought us all kazoos to use while opening gifts (to add to and/or replace our usual response of clapping for an opened gift - good or bad). Well, we couldn't wait for that. We immediately launched into "singing" Christmas carols in unison with our kazoos, and then we followed that up with rounds of Row, Row, Row Your Boat. We went a bit kazoo crazy, if you will. I love it!