Barbie House For Christmas

Every family should have some good 'ole Christmas traditions.  My parents required us to be in bed early so we didn't keep Santa waiting.  After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, the sand man came and the slumber which would soon be interrupted with Christmas morning excitement came to an end.  We all piled into my parents' room and jumped on the bed before we were allowed to go in the living room and bust out our stuffed stockings and rip open the presents surrounding the tree.  My Dad was the first to go into the living room to scout it out before we could enter.  Every year, without fail, he yelled to us from the living room, "Santa must have come to the wrong house...there's nothing but barbies and barbie doll houses in here!  I was so nervous that Santa did indeed get our house crossed with a bunch of girls, but my dad was pulling our legs.  That didn't stop the shadow of doubt from entering year after year:)  What traditions did/do your family have?