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Mischievousness on Christmas Eve

I was going to write a blog post about how some days I love the holidays and how some days I hate the holidays. Instead though I will tell you what I did one Christmas eve when everyone was asleep.

I had went out for the evening with friends, when I arrived home around 2 a.m. Everyone was asleep dreaming about what Santa would bring in the morning. I believe I was around seventeen when this occurred. Our Christmas tree was in the basement that year, so it was pretty easy to be a mischief. I quietly searched under the tree for my presents, then proceeded to open each one and re-wrap them. My only reason for doing this was, I was tired and didn’t want to rise early in the morning with my siblings. Now in hindsight I should have realized that for the time it took me to unwrap (without tearing any of the paper) and re-wrapping each gift I could have been sleeping soundly.

The morning came, my parents and siblings were calling for me to get out of bed. I didn’t move. My father entered my room. He, at first asked me nicely to get out of bed, but I refused, explaining that I knew what my presents were, because I had already unwrapped and re-wrapped them. Instead of getting angry with me, he went to the freezer.

ice cubes

Upon entering my room again, he ripped the sheets and blankets from the bottom of the bed and grabbed my ankles. What I didn’t know, was in his other hand were ice cubes! While holding my ankles tightly, he rubbed the bottoms of my feet with the coldness. As he did this, he explained that my mother had gone to a lot of work to make a lovely Christmas for us and I was to get out of bed now. I was also not to mention what I did, and I best look surprised when I opened my gifts.

I went downstairs joining my siblings and mom, unwrapped my gifts again looking surprised while not breathing a word of what I had done. It was a lovely Christmas.

Christmas eve presents

It has been a tradition in our house for years that the children are allowed to open one gift on Christmas eve. Once they pick a present to open, there is no going back and changing your mind. Now my husband saves numerous odd shaped boxes, and toilet rolls to wrap presents in disguise, and he is very, very good at it. I must say also, that the eldest has learned the tricks of his trade. For example, this was the gift she wrapped for her cousin: Present wrappingWrapping of gift
He had no idea what we had given him for Christmas. I helped her wrap all the cd’s individually then she made them into a star, but back to middle child. She of course thought she had picked out an amazing gift to open on Christmas eve, but hubby and I knew differently. I believe she may have waited until after her brother and sister opened their gifts. The anticipation was even more exciting for hubby and I.

When it was finally her turn, she slowly opened the gift, and lo and behold what did she find….socks! Oh my goodness, was she ever shocked. Her exact words were “What kind of parent buys socks for their kid on Christmas?” Well as it turned out her parents do. We were all in laughter, she was between laughter and tears, not quite knowing what to do, as she repeated over and over “What kind of parent buys socks for their kid on Christmas?” She tried to get us to let her open another gift but rules are rules on Christmas eve, only one present regardless of what it is. On each Christmas eve now, she is very leery when choosing a present to open, “Are they socks, she asks?” We laugh and shrug our shoulders, maybe, maybe not.

Why I couldn’t yell at the teenage boy or husband

My children help me a lot at home, especially carrying things, since I am not suppose to, unless of course I want to end up laying down for a few days in utter pain. So when I asked the teenage boy to put his sister’s Christmas presents in my bedroom, it didn’t even cross my mind that he would open the closet door. A few days later, I find out from the teenage boy, that he had looked at most of his presents, (I luckily had hidden a few that weren’t on his list in a different place). At the same time, I also found out that hubby had seen the metal detector I bought him for Christmas. To make matters worse, dare I say, he Googled it! The nerve of him!

Flashback to when I was around seventeen. After spending Christmas eve out with friends, I arrived home to find my parents, two brothers and sister fast asleep. Our Christmas tree with all the presents, was for some reason in the basement that year. Being a sneaky seventeen year old, I went downstairs and shook my gifts. This did not satisfy me enough, so I carefully unwrapped and rewrapped all my presents. I thought I was being smart, knowing what my gifts were, I would be able to sleep in.

When morning arrived, I stayed in bed. My father came into my bedroom trying to raise me out of my slumber, when I finally blurted out that I already knew what my gifts were, spilling the bad deed I had done.  He did not yell at me, instead he left the room. I was safe and could sleep and dream nice dreams, so I thought. Instead, my dad came back into my room with a tray full of ice cubes and proceeded to dump the entire contents on my feet, making sure he rubbed the ice cubes on the bottoms and between my toes. While giggling away, I yelled for him to stop, but in a calm voice he told me how much my mother had worked at finding the right presents for me and I was going to get out of bed whether I liked it or not. I also, was not to tell my mother what I had done.

Have you every peaked or opened your presents on the sly?