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Hi Suzanne, Our 7 grandchildren live in other states so we don't see them until after Christmas. I started sending each one of them new pjs to open before bed on Christmas Eve. It represents a big Christmas hug from us.

I wanted my 4 sons to have memories of waking up Christmas morning in their own beds and going downstairs to see what Santa brought. That had been my family tradition and I loved it. We always opened presents around the tree in the morning and so it continued.

Now I want my sons to create their own family traditions as they choose - with room for new ones like our Christmas Eve package.

Here's a photo of one of our grandsons in his new pjs. Thanks. It's good to read with friends. Kathy

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Here I am in all my glory, hanging my stocking on the (cardboard) fireplace! Santa couldn't leave anything heavy in the stocking because it would pull the fireplace over, so after the photo op, my brother and I always put our stockings on a chair, just to be safe. :)

I raised three sons and, back in those days, jammies with feet in them were an early Christmas gift each year. We bought them at Sears, and every year had a different color scheme: prints, solid red, etc. We lived in a big old Victorian with 8 fireplaces, so there was no worry about the weight of a stocking pulling down the mantle! I have several photos of the boys posing, but haven't organized them (or scanned them onto my computer) so I can't send one to you.

I never knew how much they hated those yearly gifts of footed jammies until they were all grown up and one of them spilled the beans! Bobbi

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I love PJs! I didn't used to...I used to be a nightie girl. Then a few years ago I started watching the TV show "Medium". One of the trademarks of the main character, Allison DuBois, are the adorable PJs she wears in many scenes (because she has prophetic dreams she is often shown sleeping). You seldom see her in the same set twice - she must have quite a collection! Anyway, seeing her adorable pajamas made a believer out of me, and now I have a nice collection myself.

In lieu of a picture of me in PJs, I am sending along a recommendation for our book club readers that fits right in with the theme of this contest: "The Pajama Girls of Lambert Square" by Rosina Lippi. The female protagonist owns a fancy bedroom store, and wears expensive silk pajamas and fancy slippers to work in her shop every day...can you imagine anything better? Long live PJs! Karin

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Dear Suzanne,

You said that if readers send in stories about their pajamas then they would get entered into the giveaway so that is what I am doing. My name is Kyla and I am 14 years old.

Every Christmas Eve before going to bed, my parents let us open a present from them. My sister and I have been doing this for as long as I remember so we always know that in those little wrapped packages are a brand new set of PJs just waiting to be put on.

But, sadly, my 6 year old brother is so young that he does not remember getting PJs on Christmas Eve since he was born.

Those brand new PJs hardly ever fit so we wear too small PJs to bed on Christmas Eve almost every year! Thankfully, though, last Christmas, they all fit.

Last Christmas, my parents went into their room and locked the door to wrap our PJs. Well, this made our brother just want to go in there EVEN MORE. So my sister and I sat in his room with him with our backs to the door. Well, he freaked out.

Finally, Mom and Dad came out and put our wrapped packages under the tree. My sister and I sat in the front room calmy while our brother bounced around the room yelling, "Sissies, Sissies! Presents under the tree! I wanna know what they are! Can we open them yet?"

And my sister and I would just say, "No, not until Mom and Dad say."

Which, of course, made him even more jumpy.

Mom and Dad came in after, probably, an eternity for my brother. Mom said, "Okay, come open them."

My brother was sitting there by the tree in less than a second and looked at us as we slowly walked over.

When we sat down, Mom gave us each a present and my brother began tearing at it. Mom stopped him with a, "Wait, Zander."

And when she finally let him mangle the wrapping paper, he was the first one done.

I remember seeing his face fall as he said, "Clothes?! Why did you give me clothes?! Where are the toys?!"

My sister and I laughed as we finished opening our presents and said, "It's tradition, Zander. Mom and Dad give us PJs every year before!"

And he went around sulking the rest of the night and by morning, he had forgotten the whole incident in the vast sea of colorfully wrapped presents.

~Kyla : )

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