Each Christmas our Dad would wake my sister and I up by standing at the bottom of the stairs that led up to our bedrooms on the 2nd floor and shout HO HO HO, MERRY CHRISTMAS. Dad wore the apron that my brother has on in the picture above taken in 1985 and made pancakes for breakfast! It was a yearly event and only on Christmas morning. Ah, fond memories of days gone by. Merry Christmas from our house to yours!