There is something fun about watching the little ones dance around the supper table anticipating when the last bite will be taken by the adults. Gleefully racing to the tree and waiting ever so impatiently for their name to be called. Once the name is called tearing into the gift with a frenzy like a school of piranahas feeding. Then running the package, the treasure that needs a half hour of unpackaging because of all the twist ties. I watched my nephew Carter drool over his Star Wars ship being unpackaged and put together so he could take it on its first test flight. It was a magical and cozy evening at the Steigerwalt's.