Okay Papa, you can open your own gifts.

Whenever our family gets together for the holidays, the same question always pops up. On Christmas Eve, Dad and Yukie insist on opening gifts, while Mom and I prefer to wait till Christmas day. The compromise: we each open one gift.

That includes Papa.

For a creature without opposable thumbs, she did a better than competent job tonight.

First, she tore through a box that had dog treats inside — fairly easy for someone who can open spice jars and sealed Ziplocs.

Then she attacked the tissue paper on a Frisbee. After doing the moonwalk and puncturing the hard plastic, she moved on to her next gift: a nylon flying disc. She dragged that around the room, too, leaving bits of paper in her wake.

So Christmas Eve was fun (and also overstimulating).

Tomorrow we’ll celebrate the way Mom and I like: over waffles and gifts. I hope you’re enjoying some traditions of your own. Happy Christmas Eve!