Some Things Never Change....
I don't know about you, but as a child, as it got closer to Christmas I got more and more excited. I would count the gifts under the tree that were for me (it was pretty easy--I'm an only child). I am also guilty of unwrapping every gift under the tree when I was about 10 or 11 because I wanted to know what I was getting.
That is when my mom stopped putting tags on presents and each person got their own ribbon color or specific paper.
Last night, the Big Guy comes into the kitchen and the conversation goes like this:
BG: Who's gift is that under the tree?
Me: Which gift?
BG: The tall one in the blue paper.
Me: I don't know. Why?
BG: Well, it wasn't there yesterday. Who's is it?
Me: Why the curiosity, Mr. Big Guy?
BG: Because I want to know!
Me: Well, you'll just have to wait.
BG: There's another one with no tag. Is that for me too?
Me: Maybe. Maybe not.
BG: How many gifts are for me under the tree?
BG: Because I feel bad....I only got you two things
Me: No worries, you'll be just fine. Promise.
BG: I still want to know who those unmarked gifts are for....
While we're out celebrating the holiday with our families, we hope that you have a very Merry Christmas!
Now quit peeking under the tree. Santa doesn't like peeking.