I remember every December first, just like clock-work, my brother and I became little angels! You couldn't see our halos, but we were little angels! You couldn't pay us to fight because we were so certain that Santa would not come if we acted up! Late Christmas Eve and into the wee hours of the morning, my brother and I would take turns sneaking into my parents' room, begging them to get up because it was Christmas morning. About five AM, my poor weary parents would drag themselves out of bed to make two little kids very happy! It was the only time we were ever allowed to do such a thing!
I left the tree up until after New Years Day; still do.