Day 3: Christmas Presents

Of course we have presents every year but what memory could I have of that? It’s a memory of one of my not so finest moments.  One Christmas my older sister and I decided we were going to snoop around the house and see if we could find Santa’s hiding spot.  We found it!  So exciting, but Santa wasn’t very inventive he hid the gifts in my Parent’s closet.  The not so finest moment started when we decided to include our little sisters who at the time still believed in Santa.  My mom was not impressed.  She threatened to take away the gifts and give them to some less fortunate children.  Lucky for us she didn’t follow through.  I remember seeing a particular gift that I thought for sure was going to be mine but to my dismay it went to my little sisters.  I learned I’d rather be surprised on Christmas than to peek at the gifts. A few years later I learned an even greater lesson on gifts.  You’ll have to wait for that story in a later post.