Eight o'clock Christmas morning
How I wish you might have seen Charlie 's little wagon when we finished it ! We had a tree , too . '' Forgetting that she was sleepy , Marjorie poured forth the story of her evening 's work to her sympathetic listeners and it was ten minutes to twelve before she said good-night and went yawning to bed . Eight o'clock Christmas morning found her awake and stirring . Wrapped in her bathrobe , she pattered downstairs to the living-room , her arms full of bundles , but her father and mother were already there before her , and their packages greatly outnumbered hers . After the kisses and greetings of the day had been given her father handed the big white box into her outstretched arms . `` Shall I tell you -- '' he began .