I'm The Jerk
We have an abundance of gifts this year. We bought the children about 9 presents each back in November. Since then we've added nearly as many, piece by piece. Then the in-laws sent money which we used to buy gifts for the children. Finally, earlier this week we received 4 or 5 HUGE boxes full of presents from my parents. I didn't count them all, but I'd say it's a safe bet to assume that each child and adult in our family received between 8 and 10 gifts each. My mom wrapped them all up and shipped them, and I stacked them under the tree.
It looks like this (and that's AFTER opening 3 adult presents at various points during the month):

There are wrapped gifts all around the tree and then a larger explosion of packages right at the front.
Today Adrian suggested (in front of the boys!) that we let them each open a present a day leading up to Christmas. They were excited about the idea. I can remember being allowed to do this as a child, and it was almost a tradition in my family.
But....
I really like Christmas. The anticipation is the most wonderful feeling in the world. I like to extend it as long as possible. And unwrapping gifts on Christmas morning is spectacular. I want to draw it out for as long as I possibly can. We take turns opening packages...we don't tear into them or each unwrap our gifts at the same time. I like to savor the expression on my children's faces as they open each and every gift.
So I said no. I said we should wait until Christmas morning. I'm the jerk now. I know it's harmless to let them open gifts before Christmas and I know that I have a selfish reason for making them wait, but I can't seem to maneuver around my bias. I want Christmas morning to last a loooong time.
So today Daddy's the cool one, and I'm the miserly jerk. Luckily for me though, the kids know better than to grumble. Adrian told them to thank me (sarcastically) for not letting them open up gifts today. Hehe. And they thanked me...sincerely and sweetly.
I may be a jerk, but they're little treasures.
That's OK...you can say it.
I know he's not a jerk... but dang. I think I'd have smacked him for that. 

They are mischievous little guys!