Here in the Swift home it is quiet. The boys are still asleep and I'm enjoying a cup of coffee. Soon I'll be starting breakfast-bacon, eggs, maybe some biscuits and gravy, and pancakes. I always try to make Christmas mornings special. Since the boys are in their twenties they do not jump out of bed to see what is under the tree. To tell the truth, I really miss that. Those little happy faces waking me up at the crack of dawn. The boys are my nephews, but they always stayed with us (me, my mom and dad) on Christmas.