The thing I'm looking most forward to this Christmas is seeing my son's face when he opens his presents. He's five now, and he does this thing when he's happy.
The corners of his mouth turn up and he does his best not to smile, but you can tell that he's excited about what he's seeing.
I never get tired of seeing it.
Even better; in a few years, I'll be able to see my daughter's reactions, too. I feel kinda sappy looking so forward to it, but I'm a sentimental fool. Sue me.